Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera

I want him to catch me

singing and dancing

while doing dishes

and immediately lift me up onto the counter 

so his lips can touch mine,

etcetera 

I want to see him

under the hood of my car

all dirty, with a furrowed brow,

and become immediately filled with a need 

to press my lips to his

etcetera

I want to use his belly as a pillow

as I read

and he plays video games,

and live in that peace

I want to roughhouse
when I get bored and restless
and tease each other, laugh together

and drive each other crazy, but only in the best way

I want to hold his head to my heart

when he is not okay,

I want him to hold me silently

when I am not okay

I want to find him beautiful,

from the angles of his face

to the way he walks 

to the way he thinks

I want him to love me

more than anything,

and I want him to love our kids even more

I've tried

accepting less than this kind of

comfortable passion

but I can't live without it

I can't love without it

etcetera