I want my love on roof top edges and long before the street lights come on
So that we have everything to lose and all the time to lose it.
I want “I love you’s” that make the world listen.
I want that love that makes the world hear again.
I want a Holy Matrimony explosion.
I want “I do’s” to mean “never again”.
I want that “honey I’m home,” face. You know, the one you come home to. The one that you’ll always come home to.
I want the land to recognize this
To see that this is something to be reckoned with.
I want you to see that we’ve got something to be reckoned with
and that we are a reconciliation