I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit,
Like a perfect gentlemen.
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick,
Where you will sit and contemplate your day.
I'll be the wings that save you if you start drowning,
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite,
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep.
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you,
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes.
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat,
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold.
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town,
And kiss you on the mouth,
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand life,
Where everything will change.
We'll give ourselves new names, with identities erased,
The sun will heat the grounds,
Under our bare feet,
And everything will change.
With you in my arms.