let's pretend

A teensy part of something i'm working on. eventually i'll put lots of life stages in it, i think. maybe.
love


"Let me pretend that you're my boyfriend
As long as you're in my bed, I can play with you in my head"
For as long as you're here
We've got more than one night, we've got forever.
This is our story

I'll ask you to move in with me on a Saturday night in august
I'll sing you a song about how much I love you and how much I want to share all of my life with you.
It will rhyme and describe you with affluent adjectives
You'll laugh, tell me how ridiculous I am, We'll fall to the ground kissing
You won't answer my question till the next morning
Because you had to think about it
You're damaged like that
I understand this, and you, being compelled by my overwhelming amount of understanding, will accept
Our first real fight will be over taking the dogs out
Your dog will constantly beat up my dog
Knowing it's not your fault, I'll bring it up anyway
I don't know why
:I'll leave angry
Clear my thoughts and come back
We'll say sorry
I'll cry and you'll tell me I'm the girl in the relationship
We wont have sex for…
Six hours

"Keep going," he said as he laid his hand on my chest
We'll have a wedding, swearing that it's not a wedding
Or a political statement
I'll dance with your mom
She'll threaten my life should I break your heart
And insist that she knows exactly how to dispose of my body
Then she'll have more Jose
Your sister will drink far too much
Forgetting her two screaming children and husband
While I hold her hair in the bathroom
She'll like me then

We're thinking of adopting someday
Probably a little Chinese girl
We'll name her after our mothers
A lesbian named SkyGrass or MoonTulip or something similar will be our surrogate
We'll move to a home with a front and back yard.
We'll fret over choosing an appropriate pre-school
We'll search out schools that claim to understand the 'body method'
We'll insist that our daughter is just as amazing in her own right as every child is
No less, no more
But then go on and on about her budding affinity for classical music

The first sleep over will be a nightmare
Her friends parents wont allow their daughter to spend the night in a gay men's house
She wont understand this
We wont know how to explain it
We'll call our parents to figure out how
And still won't be able to
We'll go on a Rosie Cruise from New York to Florida to show her how great gays are
A lesbian will inform us that she'll totally grow up to be a butch
We spend the rest of the cruise fighting about not putting her in enough pink when she was a baby