You are rain,

that means you're not always here

but when you are it’s spectacular

and I get to feel every inch

of my body growing wet

under the torrent of your kisses

and your body growing wet

near my window

as it watches the world below

and it inhales and exhales

and it wears one of my big t-shirts

and nothing else.

(sometimes I watch you and forget to breathe)

I want to join a marching band

and have them follow you around

playing Dweezil Zappa and Led Zeppelin for days.

I want to write a puppet show with you

and host it at the Everyman theatre in town

and for us to receive a standing ovation together.

I want to be famous and write

for a living. I want you to illustrate

a book of my poems and for us to sell a million copies.

I want to go to a gym and give you something

better to play with in the bedroom.

I want to smoke a joint with you

in a hot air balloon. I want to have a picnic

with you in a hot air balloon above Scotland.

I want our hot air balloon to never land.

After University I’m going to buy a van

and we can paint it like the Mystery Machine

and we’ll fill it with cushions and Persian rugs

and a pet dog or mouse or no pets at all

and then I want to travel the world with you.

Tomorrow we’ll watch The Lion King

and have quiet sex so as not

to disturb your family.

Today I’m buying gym clothes

and two days ago I quit my job,

both yesterday and today and every day I am in love

with my love for you and the fact

that we are alive together at the same time

in the same place and that sometimes we talk.

-ndru