wanted.

i want to find someone who
wants to lay on the concrete with me.
who wants to speak in riddles
and poetically analyze a butterflies wings
and how God has a sense of humor
that sometimes makes you laugh
when you want to cry
to press our ears against the ground
and listen for any prevailing
melodies that come from speedy cars.
to be free with me.
to look at two leaves pressed
slightly together
and inquire if they were ever in love.
just believe with me
that the only thing to fear
are the monsters that live in the
washing machine and eats one sock's
pair and relinquishing the spare
and now i'm laying next to you
with one white sock and one cranberry sock

and we'll sing about it.
and figure out the punctuation later
but for now just enjoy the wind