Ask me what you feel like
And I'll tell you with perfect clarity
Exactly how your hands felt on mine

ask me what you smell like
and the transparency of my words when
I speak of your aroma will be
as sweet as the smell itself

tell me how to laugh
and I'll reach around to the dusty
underside of my glass bottom heart to wipe away the
pain and fear to
feed the neglected feeling of bliss
with the intoxication that your smile allows

beg me to share my secrets
and I'll hand them over word by word in light blue envelopes
the words "love" and "hate" multiplied in the fray
of my private thoughts

ask me to love you
and I'll love you with every fragment of my broken heart
each pigmentation a different shade of
of the word
infatuated