a life tucked in

I want to live
at the mercy of land and sky,
hang on
to the world
as it turns itself
without money or love,
or anything else
reputed to make the time of day
stand by. Essentials
and fundaments.
I want to look up at a crown of stars,
a fine-threaded diadem of light
in gems stretching billions
of ages apart, and pulling now tense
in a circlet band - now lifted down gently
to place on your brow. You, standing
in spirit and flesh and blood,
implacable as any storm at sea,
inexorable as the moment at hand,
and I will go down
to you
on my knees, before you
and after - you'll join me
for tea.

It will be all things,
such as we allow. We shall
nibble down mountains in dainty bites,
and in sips rivers-wide and deep, we shall drink
a flood. And finally,
love
and be sated.
And dream our way back to sleep,
for a night. Somehow.