i want to float on the high
unreality of a you created by
what i need not what i see.

i want to live in a room
that you inhabit
decorated only by images
i have created.

i want to take you so far
into me
that you have melded
into my smoothness.

i want to create
the world as i see it
from moment to moment
it's axis only spinning
with the tap of my hand.

i want to take us back
to the time
when the sum total
of our combined lives
was less than the age
of one of us now.

i want to pretend that i
am someone other
than who i am
and do it
without knowing
that i am pretending.

i want to go on a trip
and leave my bags unpacked
because i only need
what i've come to find.

i want to sit on the top of your head
and be so tall
i can never fall
from grace.

i want the majesty
to be royal at all times
i want the fruit
without the labor
i want the time
without the reason
i want the season
every season
to weather every storm
to climb the highest mountain
without ever leaving home
the room to roam
in the isolation of my mind
where everything is kind.

i want to be grandiose
manic, without the panic
and then
serene, serene, serene
i want to be noticed
but never seen
i want the black and white
to cover the grey.

i want i want i want i want

i want so much
that i don't know
where the wanting stops
and i begin,
alone,
as i entered
this world.