Pull me away.
Where the wind blows us,
freely into aimless space.
With the colors at your disposal -
I am at your disposal.
Flip the pages of my mind,
and you’ll be surprised at what you’ll find
beyond the cover.
Write your words into my mouth.
They will fit
as they sit
upon my tongue.
Hit the piano keys of your raspy voice
and strum the guitar as you tug
at my heart strings.
Sweet music to my fragile ears.
Blink your pretty eyes at me -
did you hear the click of the camera?
I want this to last.
How else can I remember when the wind blows us away?
The photos are not as disposable