Chelsea Walls

Friday, April 10, 2009

I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket,
that conveys the importance of you.
To assure you of my desire, to assure you of dreams.
I want all the possibilities of you in writing. 
I want to give you your reflection. 
I want your eyes on me. 
I want to travel to the lightness with you and stay there.
I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me. 
I want never to say goodbye to you, even on the street corner or the phone.

I want......I want so much I'm breathless. 
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket so i can sew it. 
I want my words to scream through you. 
I want the poem not to mean that much. 
And I want to contradict myself by accident, and for you to know what i mean.
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close. 
I want endless days when its day and nightime never to end when its night.
I want all the seasons in one day. 
I want the sun to set before us and come up in front of us. 
I want water to run up to our waists and to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes. 
I want to think your thoughts becuase they're mine. I want only what's urgent with you.
I want to get in the way of the barriers and I want you to be a tough guy when your supposed to, like you do already. 
And I want you to be tender, like you do already. 
And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important. 
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us. 
I want to forget. 
I want to remember us. 
And when you say you love me, I don't want to think you really mean New York City and all the fun we have in it. 
And I want your smile always and your grimaces too. 
I want your scar on my lips and I want your dissappointments in my heart.
I want your strength in my soul, and I want your soul in my eyes.
I want to believe everything you say, and I do. 
And I want you to tell me what's best, when I dont know. 
And when your lost I want to find you. 
And when your weary, I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams.
I want to drag you from the darkness and kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.


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