Give me a paintbrush stomped with grapes from the Champagne region of France
I want to paint the town red,
lay on a woven quilt of your miniature kisses
and watch our lives bubble up to space.

Peddling bicycles uphill through back alleys of the mind is exhausting.
Why must the gravitational pull of our thoughts keep us from jumping to the sky?
I fashioned a can with a string running to infinity. Listen.
What do you hear?

I want to go to a place where birds are Juilliard trained
and versed in romance languages.
On days with endless sunsets they karaoke Fréderic Chopin
and give private performances to lovers who dance in the clouds.

I want a house with no roof,
so we can lay in bed under the stars.
When it rains, we'll play slip 'n' slide.

I want my writing to sprout from the ground and bear fruit
so you can find nourishment in my words.
When I lick your sticky fingers, orchards will grow for miles
as you inspire me again and again and again.
Johnny Appleseed's got nothing on you.

I want to roll your laughter up and smoke it.
Waving my arms to fly when you smile at me,
I will exhale love letters against a clear blue sky.
You propel me to new heights.

I want theme music to play whenever I walk into a room.
I want Oompa Loompas to perform choreographed dances in formation as I walk.
I want the beach to find its way to me, so I can play house in a sand castle.
I will borrow sugar from starfish neighbors and bake you a cake.

I want mirror images of your paintings tattooed across my body.
This way I can revel in your creativity every time I see my reflection.
Swimming at the pool, I will be the finest art exhibit ever to do the breaststroke.

Let me serenade you with my air guitar.
This song's in the key of lust.
All album proceeds are donated to the clarity of your poise.

I want to download the sound of your breath
and bottle the taste of your sweat.
Cover my walls with the curves of your body
and I will never leave my room.

When distance puts itself between us, I unravel.
Pull at the yarn of my existence,
knit me into a scarf and wear me in the summer.
I want to be wrapped up, making you hot with passion.