Waste.

We will waste the day,
its the only thing to do.
I will walk around topless...
and so will you.
Write poems and drink beer
in the early afternoon.
Run through rain
after climbing out of the tree
we stayed in for most of the day.
Play cops and robbers,
when I find you i'll beat you with a stick.
Go back inside and just ignore the tick
-tock of the clock, telling us when
God hath struck the hour.
It's out of our hands,
but within our power
to ignore.
When it gets dark
I will don white tresses
and black dresses
for the witching hour.
And take you into the bedroom
with all my witchy power.
There we will perform rituals
and sacrifice
the last half of our day
to the goddess of love.
In the morning you will put on your suit,
and I will wear my scrubs.