[ fAwL ] What I want to do today

is the same thing as tomorrow    
the day after that, and so forth      
     
---cozy up under blankets plush      
where our combined body heat      
ignites kissing back-drafts fueled      
by nothing more than finger brush      
generating spark in an arc weld      
     
---backpack through God's backyard      
in tandem footsteps, swung hands held;     
our exhibitionist campfire moments      
becoming the next reality TV episode      
tuned into by voyeuristic dryads      
     
---write Love poems such as this;      
there is no longer any day worth    
celebrating my lone existence     
on this spinning marble Earth      
your joy is my higher purpose