Hold me to your lips and whisper, So I may feel a fleeting, momentary breath, And every word of love you utter Cherished like a first caress.
Turn me gently in your hand, So I can feel the scrutiny of your palm - The worn complaint of your wedding band, The cracked fore shortened length of your life line.
Secrete me within the hollow of your mouth, Roll me round your palette with your tongue, Take your time to eat my sad heart out, It is only here that I belong.
Roll me down your cheek, a single tear, Exposed to all, a...