Fresh spoken words
like a symbol from your lips.
Something to kiss
when you're all but a memory,
and I can't sing
without your melody.
Hunched over the table,
inscrutable as I am
you're suited for the job.
Pick me apart and 
throw me aside, for the moment.
For a few stolen
weekends we'll ride across
a sunset made in our name.
Curious to the 
open-cages of this 
barren landscape,
fresh faces born in
the places we still live.
I'll use you
as someone to dream in.