When I wake up tomorrow I want your forehead resting on my sternum.
I want you to absentmindedly take your pencil in class
And write my name on your notebook cover. I want your sweat to taste
Like rock candy. When I wake up tomorrow I want your breath
To smell like nothing and your teeth not to have that awkward film on them.
I want your hand draped on my chest but not in a way
that makes me feel bad about my chest hair. I want your
Stubble to be as soft as a pair of cat pajamas. I want you to suggest
We sit in the back row at the movie theatre. When I wake up tomorrow
I want you to be already awake and watching me sleep, but not at all
Creepy about it. I want you to write poems about me that are good but
Not as good as mine are about you. I want you to want me when I wake up tomorrow.
I wrote that poem last semester and included it in my senior thesis/manuscript. A while ago, I let Initials read the manuscript, and he was impressed with it. Unfortunately, he took the last two lines of this poem to heart, and has since written me two poems in the past week. He didn't seem to catch on the fact that I want the poems to be good, just not as good as mine.
At least I don't have to worry. Mine are better.
