i want the world

That isn't a secret
I intend to keep, isn't something 
that people could ever
hold against me. I want the 
oceans combined into 
a stream of water
that will always flow inside a
series of secret veins
in my body. I want the
forests to become a necklace
that I can wear with pride:
the swinging branches, 
burnt wood,
earthen textures. I want the
deserts to form into a 
single grain of sand
that is always stuck in my shoe
and I can never get out. I want the
sky, the universe, all the
stars in the world in one place:
a glass marble that can rest
on a silver ring on
my slender pianist but
callused guitarist finger. I want the
soundtrack of cities,
nature,
hums of electric lights
to forever play in my head
on repeat like
my favorite song. I want the
imperfections of people,
the lies we try to get away with, 
the sorrow of a new heartbreak, 
the joy of a new life. 

I want the world.