you said,
maybe you should find a boyfriend.
except,
i don't want a boyfriend.
i want yellow flowers,
from the grocery store 
just because.
just because you saw them,
and thought of me. 
i want mountains,
sweat and earth and sun,
or maybe the stinging cold of the rain,
and the wind whispering our names.
i want warm nights, 
too warm for anything other
than sweet, sweet skin.
i want to drown so slowly in the depths of you 
that i never knew i was under water.
i want a lot of things, soft things, wild th things,
but i do not want a boyfriend.