Honey Love

I want so much for myself

Is that selfish of me?

I want this brightly lit apartment

Filled with blankets and crystals hanging in my windows

I want mugs and record players

I want beautiful robes and roses in vases

I want art all over my walls

And warm water always boiling to brew my chai tea

I want candles forever burning 

And beautiful local handmade soaps

I want pretty perfumes with flowers floating inside

And sweet honey in my cabinets

And I want this love

This growing, consistent love 

I want to run my fingers through his beard

I want to curl up with him in the morning 

Listening to Santo and Johnny

Focus on my caramel fingers

Laying on his milk colored chest

I want to make him laugh

Kiss him whenever I want

I want to go to shows

And walk home with him, feeling safe in his embrace

I want this beautiful life

That's simple and gentle 

I've created this never-ending idea of paradise for myself

Is that wrong?