Colours

Kiss me,
kiss me.


I just need
you to know
that I love you,
so much.


Let me kiss
your pale face
and arms and body
and lie in the grass
with you. 


Lie in bed with you
with the windows all
open in the night,
the sounds of cars
passing on the street
below us. 


Let me sing to you
and cook you
things.
Let me read the paper
to you in the morning.


I want to lie
with my head in your lap
and we could watch 
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia
together
and laugh and laugh.


I'd straighten your
tie in the mornings
and you'd kiss my nose
before you left.


Or instead of
this cute fantasy
we could have something
cheap and seedy, instead.


I guess it doesn't matter,
but to be close to you
would intoxicate me so.


Anything to be by your side.