I wish I were your song-
to not exist and yet be so much
to float in the air as you fall in love,
to shower with you, to start my days with you,
and to end them with you, too;
to be in your mind and in your heart
to linger on your lips
and bring you memories of childhood days
and first love scars,
of afternoons spent laying on the grass
inhaling that salty summer scent
we will never quite get back.
Oh, how I’d like to surround you
melodically travel your body
and buzz on your skin just long enough
to make you wish
you were my song, too.
A.P. Bastian 