every day of the week

i want you to step into my brain 

like i want you to step into my room 

look at all the things there 

and make them all new 

look at all the things there 

and see a reflection of you

i live for the emotion 

just behind your eyes 

the lines they curve and crease into a smile 

and again now 

into a furrowed brow 

confused and always kind 

complexity you don't mind and 

in fact you prefer

if we don't defer 

what could be said today 

for a later conversation 

i'd let you school me on the best 

radio station 

i want you and i to take a vaction 

or a trip 

in a sober way (for me)

i can tell you what is good to watch on tv 

you can curl up in my arms 

and stay here a while 

i'll play with your hair 

in any style 

colour or cut 

curly, straight 

love looping round like a figure-eight 

not infinitesimal 

and not incomplete 

i want life with you every day of the week