Dream

Just received my size 50 knitting needles in the mail, and I’m pretty sure these are weapons, not craft making tools

I promise to love you: at 6 am when you’re waking to go to work, to school, or whatever road life takes you on; and when you didn’t sleep well, your hair is a mess and your eyes are sleepy. at 8 am when we say goodbye for the day and you’re rushing out the door with a cup of black coffee, after finishing a morning cigarette when your lips taste like caffeine and nicotine. at 3 pm when you’re exhausted from the day and people have worn you out and you feel like sighing, crying, and falling asleep and escaping in afternoon dreams. I will kiss your forehead, and wrap myself in your arms. at 10 pm when you’re heading to bed, even though you won’t sleep for hours and you’ll flip through all the channels tired of dismal newscasts and re-runs. Especially when we become a human knot wrapped up in sheets and kisses at 3 am when loneliness and sadness do not destroy you, but consume you and when you weep without an explanation I’ll kiss your lips, softly and tell you you’re the absolute best. When we talk about life and why winter kills the flowers. I will love you when you grow old, I will love you even after that I will love you if I’m no longer here I will love you I will love you and I will love you. —AKR

Your lips are all I wanted at midnight.

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