Declaration of Desires

I wanna inhale the sweet helium from your daydream’s balloon so I can speak in the high tones of reverie.

I wanna double dutch with all your double entendres.

I wanna dig up our buried pains and recycle them into zen envelopes in which we can send love letters to one another and ourselves.

I wanna have sentiment’s plumber on speed dial for whenever our eyes leak.

I want our book smarts to develop a more nuanced sense of carnal knowledge.

I wanna use God‘s earwax to build a state of mind where we can see and hear one another more clearly.