i want the earth to spin off orbit,
hurtling millions of miles to a new sun.
i want nuclear winter,
and enough hot cocoa to last us till were dead.
i want me and you,
under blankets, skin burning , limbs touching.
we'll watch the planets fly by
sipping hot cocoa,
and i'll tell you i still love you,
no matter what the aliens think.
(are we the aliens now?)
