Are You Gonna Stay the Night?

Hi, you.
I have a dream for us
That involves having laughed so loud
That we could stick our tongues out
To taste the air
And we'd feel that light twinge of blood
And smoke
That laughter tastes like.

And because that's not funny at all,
I have a dream for us
That involves us laughing even more.

And because we were just laughing,
I have a dream for us that
We fall, staggering, on the bed
Without all that conventional music
And create our own kind of
Hit-head-against-the-edge-of-the-bed
Static.

And I have a dream for us
That even when we are silent and
There is nothing beautiful except the night
You whisper something irrelevant just when
You could have said something like
'This moment is quasi-permanent.
So, I love you, in all our temporariness.'
But I have a dream for us
And that is all about imperfect lines
Because if you said the perfect one
It would kill the quasi-permanent midnight sky
And damn, I hope you say it is more beautiful than either you or I
Because the moment you climbed that train of hyperbole
I'd get off, because for someone who eats stars up with her eyes
I'd know stories die
When you try to make them outlast time.

And I have a dream for us
That involves me saying it's my only joint ever
And you laugh condescendingly
And I laugh superficially and tell you that you are trying to destroy
A virginity
And you say it isn't you who will fuck me over
But a collective, generic, Generation-specific we.
Because I would like to believe that somewhere in the span of laughter and smoke
We developed a similarity
That will leave a (w)hole
When there is nothing left to us
But
My dreams
Of one night stands
And what they shouldn't be.