What Do I Want?

It's simple.

I want the love of a good man.
I want to have a few scripts make it to the big screen.
I want two children.
I want to have a book of poetry published.
I want to have a show or two of my artwork.
I want a life that is earthy and juicy.
Rich.
Rich with passion, and laughter, and foggy morning with warm sweet coffee and the smell of my man still lingering on my skin as dawn breaks.

I want dinner just coming from the oven and seeing him walk in the door, exhausted, relieved, and content.
And I want to put my hands on him and work out the labor across his back, neck, and shoulders, put hot food down for him, and
know all these things are treasured.

I want the good life.