Sonnet to surrender

I want to write poems, and recite them To my ceiling fan, if you won’t listen, Maybe he’ll take your place, and say je t’aime To this ink, like waves on paper hidden. I want to lie naked, surrender to The ashes on my skin, the smoke in my Eyes. Hurry now, we’ve got dinner for two Waiting in the big beautiful sky. Let’s eat in the nude, on a shooting star, Perhaps catch a movie, cheesy rom-com We can laugh about as we drive our car Fast, to feel the sand blow out of my palm. The waves in outer space roll forever, Sit with me, one day they’ll wash us over.