All I Want

Life with you on paper

might appear boring

But that’s all that I want:

to sit in with a good film

every night,

or visit a local haunt;

or skim stones

on the water’s edge,

as the froth breaks with the sea.

Seven, eight – 

nine skips!

Those stones

are you and me.

And to take the kids to school

would be the greatest pleasure –

then all that time

from 9-3:

we’d get in

plenty of leisure.

We could sit and talk

over coffee and cake,

or read a book,

see a friend,

spend a token.

Or sit and dream,

or start to scheme

to put some plans in motion.

Or walk the dog,

through rain or fog,

by field, by canal

or by ocean.

Yes life with you

on paper

might seem boring;

but the fires we’d make

between the sheets -

between walking and talking,

and snoring....

I’d leave you out a gas light burning,

it would see you safe forever

through even the darkest night.

I could hold you

like a promise.

You could wear me

like the weather.

We could wake up

to the light.