Tell me 10 things that make you happy Spell them out with your fingers against my back Like I'm your pet and you are cemented to your thoughts I compose these lyrical intentions these melodic notions that I'm sure they will spill out of me and then I see you and they are often stuck to my tongue Because you are not a painting so I can't trace your lines I can't event take your picture You are the blur and the static the silence and the noise accenting space like movement And there are all these versions of you the one in my dreams, the one in my heart, the one in my hands, the one on the screen, the one that I cry to, the one with the eyes sleepy sadness secrets shared between our gaze I melt in your arms smearing you softening you smothering you soothing you lingering traces lost in every embrace to be found again when I see you And you, beautiful and messy bold and timid will always remain coveted and admired a victim of m...