Lazy ___day

I want your crazy

your lazy, no goodness.

Nighttime filth is passionately obtained

then sun-kissed by dawn's early light.

All-day wallow and sprawl

and sleepy, sandy eyes close intermittently

to open with a smile.

Deep breaths, yawns, and stretches

end in another seasoned embrace.

Comfort peaking in conversation

with morning's exhales staling long after afternoon.

Constant spoons

and random knives.

Consciousness to and fro

as reasonlessly chosen cinema plays on.

This is where inside jokes are manufactured

and dreams are freshly spilled.

Where proof that love still exists, exists.