I want to grow young with you


A poem I wrote for Troy…

I want to grow young with you.
Shed these aged shells that have hardened over the years
and feel the wetness of the morning grass on our naked skin.
I want to grow young with you.
Laughing from deep inside our bellies,
jumping from couch to couch to keep from falling into the molten pit of bubbling lava.
I want to grow young with you.
Hiding from the world in our tent made with sheets and kitchen chairs,
whispering secrets that only universe and us are meant to know.
I want to grow young with you.
Dipping our hands into shades of vibrant colors,
using our fingers to paint uninhibitedly in swirls and waves.
I want to dance and twirl on my tippy toes and look for rolly pollies under moss covered rocks.
I want to sleep under the stars  and be amazed at the universe but oblivious to the world.
I want to lose the knowledge of minutes, hours, years…
I want to grow young with you.

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