I got my pictures developed and there are none of you. 

But there are two of me that I knew you took. 

And they might as well be pictures of who my reflection is 

You. 

pink pillow lips, your favorite perfume, and big blonde waves for your fingers to surf. From my sweet nothings, you create necklaces of lucid diamonds and love bites. little white flowers and lovely late hours we spent reading your next best screenplay. In these moments it feels like I am all yours. 

like there will be no other, 

and there will be no tomorrow. 

Like this is the first moment after my final breath. 

Nirvana attained by dancing softly in your arms, 

Each sway a careful reflection of the fantasies of your youth. 

What you trembled to touch, you designed on me. 

You made me believe I was put on earth to create Heaven. 

Heaven for you, a kiss from a blushing wildflower alone in a deep green garden. A crown of lilies of the valley and a veil of sunlight for your bride. My kiss is liquor to you, whose heart has been long dry. 

I’ll be your oasis, just south of Las Vegas, 

Because I know you can never let me go.