Perfect Life

I don't like the perfect life, always predictable.
Always content.
Always boring.
My soul gets restless.
I want you to yell and scream when your angry,
not walk away and say nothing.
I want to laugh until my stomach aches
and my heart is lighter.
I want to act like I'm 18 again.
Spur of the moment actions.
I don't want to plan.
I just want to do.
I want to be filled with joy.
I want passion.
Kiss me soft.
Kiss me hard.
Make love to me on the back porch
in the moonlight.
I don't want to hear that the bed is more comfortable.
Hold my hand as we run through the woods.
But don't hold it too tight,
I may need to leave.
And I need you to let me go.
Where? I don't even know that answer.
I always come back though, don't I?

Cindi C.B.

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*Poem "Perfect Life" by Cindi C.B. © 2008, All Rights Reserved*