can i hold your hand? can i play your guitar softly and sweetly, stamp it with my fingerprints? can i slip little love letters into your bag when your not looking, give you little pieces of my heart when you least expect it? can i swallow your words as they spill from your tongue, like honey, like rain? may i find six hundred excuses to touch your face, your hands, your shoulder? can i kiss those sweet lips until they turn to glass, no longer maluable against my teeth? can i make a home in your body, soft skin and unfathomable curves, beautiful boy, like sunlight against water, like sweetness and sharp beginnings? can i see your heart? can i keep it? can i keep it? can i keep it?