and in the backyard we will have our own vegetable garden

your lips against my collar bones and
traveling versus my jawline -
eyes open gently, morning comes too soon
in our suburbanite dream of
wrap-around porches and white swings
hanging from giant birch trees

but we have lived this right to where
this morning we may bask in the deflected
glow of the sunlight through glass bottles
sitting on the windowsill
my head on your shoulder, nowhere to go
for the time being, just lay here with me,
relaxed - we are happy -

the type of happy screaming in your lungs
that breathing is a vital art for our existence
and i'll get up soon to make you breakfast but
for now remember that

one heart is never enough to change the world
two half-assed will never turn heads.
but we,
we defy statistics with this stagnant rhythm
a lifeline sky-rocketing to break all technology

inside this white victorian, we hold our dreams
high in the air for all to see
we may not be perfect and we may not be right
but emotions this strong - this powerful -
these are the ones we will use to fight.