I want a life that feels like warm laundry.
That you can cozy up into like your partners backside when spooning.
A life that's a relief,
like waking up in the middle of the night,
looking over at the alarm clock,
to realize that you've still got a couple hours left to sleep.
A life that flourishes like a wildflower,
low maintenance and free.
A love of my life that I fal for and
can't get up.
A Louis Armstrong life; deep, low key, full of raspy soul.
Loving,
Intimate,
Flavorful,
Enduring kind of life.
Ma rubbing my head, lulling me to sleep with perfect strokes life,
before adult life,
cuz life as a child was living life.
Uncut, untampered with, high grade,
100% pure, drug-free, high as a kite let loose,
Never to Come Down,
feening for life tye life.
And when it gets rough,
I pray the blade is sharp,
cuz I don't need a dull,
slow to pierce, painful to face,
just get it over with,
Hell of a life.
And if the Angel of Death comes to greet me I'll tell her,
"Well ma'am, I'm ready for life eternal. Show me the way, cuz you're the lady I've been waiting for all my life."
She'll proceed to sweep me up and take me to my final resting place;
On a bed piled high with warm laundry.