love lifts me up.

the tiny volkswagen/phonebooth
of our love
is full.
with fingerpuppets.
of love.
i think we should
get matching jogging suits.
of love.
i think we should
call each other every hour
on the hour
to express
our love.
i think
i should make
a tiny doll-sized
you
to carry around.
i think
i should make
a life-sized
mannequin of you
to hide in my closet
and kiss
when you're not around.
our love
is as pure as a spring rain.
and as complex
as a complex organism.
maybe i'll
take little skin samples
and maky tiny, tiny clones of you
to freeze in my secret laboratory.
and grow some of them in
giant tubes of goo,
so that when you leave me,
i can regenerate you,
and make an army of yous,
and take over the world
with our love.