Household Cosmonauts

I want to rearrange rooms with you, Sipping steeped teas and coffee beans. Pondering an existential anamnesis; "The aloe should go here." I want to want little victories, Shape sovereign lands from the exigent patriarchy of our uncordial entente. Reap what worlds within worlds are ours from the wars of decor. Where the couch lives is where the war is won. Shrinking worlds, infinitesimal gravity. I supernovaed myself, sucked inside by a binary star's gyroscope. Where one and one is more than two, More than three, more than just you and me. Terraforming effervescent event horizons, With cliches of household quantum physics. Simplicity undulating between the errs of errant introspection. I want to water our plants, Cycle our ecosystem with tears of joy and sorrow, No longer spinning petty things alone, No longer spun by petty things alone. I want to feel welcome, Feel inside the world, I want to feel just as I do with you. And I do.