Let me take your name,
and stamp it on my hand.
Let me take your story,
and thread it in my sweater.

Let me freeze your photograph,
the colors of your eyes.
Let me hold your scars and palms,
and compare the lines to mine.

I'd like to steal you quickly,
and place you in my book.
Let your heart come to your sleeve,
and only let me look.

I know you love honesty,
you rub it in your hands.
You carry all your stories,
in the pocket of your jeans.

I'd love to listen to them,
watch them paint your lips,
that will never tire me,
it will keep me hooked.

Please, just let me trace you,
even if it's quick,
I'd love to capture such a pretty thing,
before it leaves my finger tips.