Let’s buy a house, and paint the walls fun colors, you’d let me decorate. The walls would mix and match with how we felt, the hot passion red of our bedroom would blend with the warm heat of the kitchen. Let’s let the colors mix and mingle, for yellow kisses in the hall way, and for green smiles in your office. Let’s play our music like we never thought we could, dancing naked in the living room, head walks and two-steps through the doorways. Let’s start believing in stainless steel and debate over kitchen tables. Let’s buy furniture that makes you happy, let’s develop an IKEA nesting habit and spend Sundays attempting to construct it. “I’d kiss you there,” you’d say and the love seat would be ours. Let’s wonder which cleaning products work best, and share pained expressions when the air conditioner fails. “I can’t fix this,” I’ll mumble and you’ll laugh at my candor, and the moment will be ours. Let’s buy bed sheets that we will tangle between legs and knees. Let’s let me come home late and you come home late through our own door, and let’s never ask the questions that beg for dishonesty or reveal mistrust. Let’s replace beer stained carpets and wonder where our nights have gone in our liquor soaked haze. Let’s share a pillow mantra and worship in free furniture religions that we can repaint and rebuild to suit our fancies. And we can stop worrying about the future, and we can start washing all the dishes, and we can never take ourselves too seriously. And you can come home, and I can jump up to kiss you. And we can hold shows in our cellar, and you can laugh at how I say that, and we can invite your friends, and I’ll make some friends, and we can take pictures of the silly things we do. And we can start a four legged family and we can get up early, and we can never be afraid to not sit still. And we we can curl up on the sofa and watch TV, and we can never lose the butterflies. And we’d have a bed of our own, a home of our own…and we can pretend to be grown up.
There's a love coming to us all. 