Some Fridays I want to be spoiled.
Like an unproductive easy going guy
who does nothing in a perfect morning.

I want to doom scroll through reels
like a fool on the bed,
while she watches the silly shorts.

And I will jump into the stream of dopamine
which is full of beautiful valleys,
filtered lives, and glittering nonsense,
all at once but taking very little
into the mind, like in a dream.

When I am bored of that,
I want to kiss her,
gaze at her blackish deep eyes
while fixing her messy hair.

The kisses will lead us to the kitchen,
where she makes the morning masala tea
and we make love on the floor,
and finally a heavy breakfast
for Friday.

After all the mundane and beautiful things,
I want to sit in my favorite desk
to write poetry about her and me,
while our little one is sleeping.

And sometimes I want to be
spoiled by the Fridays like this.