Fiction for you, fight the frame of mind

I wouldn't show your picture
if i were you
someone could get the wrong idea

fall in Love with you

mousy brown hair
so cute
slender
i bet you're a tease
won't you sell me a line

red
radiant to kiss
call out their name
crisp as the air you breathe
count the sweet lines on lips
so close
like sitting
watching a setting sun
serene as a bird
banter
sailing through the sky
on white wings

whisper what you want
what your willing
season to taste
trickle down rocks
from a whiskey stream

eyes so green
the kind that you'd
greet at the door
tip my hat to
so green you could be alien
blink one set
then blink another
the kind that makes you shake yourself
to make sure you're not dreaming
have to take a deep breath
exhale hard

maybe go back for seconds
like a meal
eating off your plate

but it's you
you make lips lick
linger like a thirsty thought
threaded like a needle
loom in hand
in the back of minds
maybe once
maybe twice
don't leave me to my own device

your smile could be felt on skin

pose
pristine
park on a hill
just so i could help you out of the car

they wouldn't show you off like a trophy
but someone to be proud of

even your eyebrows arch
arc's as art
walk you in a museum
you're the perfect piece

part me out at the scrap yard
because someone could get the wrong idea

and that idea is you