Sometimes, I want to dip out of this world;
away from the mindless drones
and the incessant hubbubs of the city
that grates against my ever thinning nerves.
I want to sit in the middle of a room
that has windows reaching so high up
that i could almost touch the sky
if I dared to put my fingers out,
that has floors that creak every time
i dance to a song that’s so underrated
that i go on an hour long rant about how
music has lost its taste.
That has the most mundane looking lamp
on my nightstand,
beside fraying copies of
Wuthering Heights and
poems by Bukowski and Atticus,
a lamp that casts the most surreal golden
glow above me and my lover,
as he listens to my heart race
from the love in my bones.
I want the room with a television that only
has various shades of static
because I want to hear my lover breathe
and the sounds of linen against skin
as we canoodle our way into a new dawn.
I want a radio, that spits out
irrelevant news mostly but then plays that
one song, that one damned song-
a song we’ll remember even after decades-
that makes me drop my sketchbook
and broken pieces of charcoal
and twirl as ungratefully as i can
because why the hell not?
I just want to blur out the lines
of the skyscrapers from the skyline
and lie on my back on a balcony
with only stars and starlight above,
with my paint-splattered dress and
songs in the background
that are so underrated that it breaks my heart and mends it all at once 🖤