I do not want to do what I must.
Stubbornly, I forget to pay bills
and clean the small corners of my house.
Most of the time I forget to emerge from
my bed before noon, because right now
I can afford to do this.

I don’t want to calculate my savings
and worry about what I need to do
in order to qualify as “grown up”
even though being in my mid twenties
means this isn’t cute anymore.

I still want to lay on grassy hills
on blankets with you picnicking
feeding you bread and fruits.
Reading you love poems until you
cannot stand the verses
and the stanzas anymore.

Until the metaphors are lost on you.
Until all you can focus on are my lips
and why they are not, in fact
kissing your own. Why my hands are
not roaming the length of your body
impatient and eager to explore you
even more than I already have.

"Ideals" by Radha Kistler {radhakistler.com} (via floatinginthethoughtstreams)