weary Sunday

I want only what's urgent with you. I want your smiles always, and your grimaces too. I want your scar on my lips, and I want your disappointments in my heart. I want you to tell me what's best when I don't know. And when you're weary I want to give you steeples and cathedral thoughts and coliseum dreams. 

(chelsea walls poem, images: solestruck, tumblr, ffffound)