1.23.2011

everything.

feeling in need of
nothing in particular, i
sing out

be my everything,
be my everything

hardly willing to let you be my anything.

not my kiss goodnight or my
loving embrace. not my
aspririn or my
epidural. not my
warmth or my
shelter or my
nourishment. not
zebediah's heartbeat or
anything else that has
any significance
whatsoever.

you're my warm, fuzzy
feeling on a
tired sunday
afternoon

nothing more,
nothing more.