wear that dress that I like
to my show
you request

anything for you

play my favorite song
I demand
as though you wrote it for me
you didn’t.

when you do,
you will give me that look
that lets me know that you are mine

I’ll blow you a kiss
you’ll catch it
my invitation
to meet me in the green room
after the set

these are the recollections that haunt me

I can’t bear the thought of another
getting my look

and if you think i’m sending kisses
in anybody else's direction
you are quite mistaken

they are yours
and so am I