Wishes

"Writing is not, for us, an art, but breathing." - Anais

I want
to get in a car
with boy, sunglasses, banana boat sun screen, long hair, torn t shirts, boots, and silt,
and drive to palm trees, desert rocks, to balconies and bridges, to water
and take photographs of the curve of our eyelashes,
of our silhouettes
under the haze of white sunbursts
sun-lit drunk
and stay there for years tasting
the life inside
salt in hair
water in palm
silt in kisses

Can I please just get up and walk out of here?