You be my buttons
I’ll sew you to my heart
With flowers and leaves
Maybe birds and trees
Or cars and ships
Sleep close to my bossom
Through days and nights
You be my glasses
I’ll wear you always
Reading romantic novels
Maybe action or there is fantasy
Stay on my eyes forever
We’ll dream together
Of faraway lands we can never be
You be my cigarettes
I’ll kiss you with my lips
Burning me out slowly
Your body ebbing out
It’s soul flowing into me
We will die out eventually
One faster than the other
But none happier than ever
Fitting an end in those arms
But life exercises cruel charms
You be my wreath
I’ll smile softly under your wrap
Buried inanimate below some tree
Maybe burnt slowly and then be free