you are an ivory,
a wire,
and a pearl.
because you are pretty down to your bones.
not because how you want to make-up,
or trying to shape up.
when you dress me in the dreams you made,
you are the keeper.
you're the neck of the bottle that i am living.
i love you because you came to my show.
you tagged along with me in this tiresome paper dreams.
i never want any one else,
would never do.
and i would lie down for my cause,
i love you.
you moved in slow motion,
techni-color dreams,
you strummed the strings inside me,
you moved in your own way.
there is a murmur of your love inside.
and i love you.
- he says.
