I wanna be your blonde hair
  blowing in the autumn breeze
I wanna be the cough drop
  on your tongue.

I wanna be your brown eyes
  looking to the blazing sun
I'd like to be the ball point pen
  signing your name on that
blank check

I wanna be your bikini string
  untied upon your back
I wanna be the red paint
  polish on your toe
I wanna be your finger between
  the pages of a book of poetry
I'd love to be your shining smile
  in a tumble of morning linen.

I wanna be the aching
  arch of your back
I wanna be the deep purse
  of your parted lips.

I'd love to be the immortal
  ink stain on your white blouse
I wanna be your crescent eyelash
   on your silken cheek lost
I wanna be the sole of your foot
  descending a midnight stocking.
I wanna be your moist breath
  rising past a winter horizon.

I'd love to be your memory
and make
them
all
me.