what i want

i want 

to dance with you 

at the end of the night  

take you home 

and talk about life  

till the sun comes up 

i want 

to get drunk with you   

on cheap wine  

smoke marijuana 

and giggle about  

twistin' the night away 

with sam cooke  

i want 

to ride with you 

under the moonlight     

in the backseat of a mustang convertible 

top down heater on   

your long blonde hair 

blowing around your face in the wind  

i want 

to make love to you  

on the rooftop of some stranger's garage  

while watching the stars fall from the sky 

we'll smoke our last cigarette 

and listen to a late night deejay 

play our request on a transistor radio 

i want 

to watch you 

pretending to sleep naked

under the glow of that long blacklight 

you had on the window sill 

of your studio apartment on south street  

  

i want 

to walk to the park with you 

at three in the morning 

beneath soft streetlights 

and teeter-totter into the dawn 

 

i want 

to catch you 

falling into my arms  

as the sun comes up 

we'll go to fox's emporium 

for breakfast 

order coffee and smile  

as you lay your head on my shoulder 

and say to the waitress,  

"just coffee, we’ve already had a sweet roll, thank you"