you know i get scolded by

you for sitting in bed all day.

listening to

you in my mind and 

smelling you on my

bed sheets

      

(that's a bit creepy right?)

my hours of long spent time

drift away like wind.

one day i will do something

truly productive,

and when you think i'm lazy (still)

i will have a gust strong enough, 

to blow your legs out

from under you

with an enormous amount of love.