I want the warmth of sun on flesh on flesh
To unravel a tangle of blankets to find a friendly face
The warm breeze of sleeping breath across bare skin
And sip each other up with big and little spoons
I want your kisses tucked away for when you’ve finally gone
When the analog overseer calls you home to the real world
Or when you’ve suddenly tired of chivalry
And betray my hopeless monogamy for a smaller dress size and bigger bust
I want to stand my ground in Doric order
Until you rattle my temple base with kind words and kinder kisses
Crumble my Pantheon, shatter my Hadrian’s Wall
So that I must rebuild from the ground, reconstruct my Roman Empire
I want to be reborn from the sea as Venus
To feast on the lust and the dust of the sensual world
But return, when I’m full, to the world of the gods
Above the mortal fear of loneliness and broken-hearted nightmares
I want to inspire you to create the way my pen longs to please you.
I want a symphony in my honor played by your cardiovascular orchestra.
I want to fall asleep underneath the moonlit guarantee of your return.
I want to mean something special in your beautiful world view.
Savanna Young-Norris (thewildsavanna.tumblr.com)