Buy me a book to write my life away,
My weird fuckery, ***** nasty thoughts
laced with you.

Days pass diluted with memories of you.
I remember when the sun danced for you.
It danced off your mahogany skin to mine.
I remember how you kissed every part of my soul,
Caressed each line and bend of me.

My heart wrote music for you once,
Melodies for you ears only.  

Buy me a book and I will fill every page,
line, space, boarder with you.
The man of my past and present
who traces  scares with intent to kiss.