that look you give when you smile but it is just for me in a room full of people

two moonbeams twirled together in the shape of your breasts as you sleep

a piece of colored glass that caught the sun on the first morning we spent together

a pebble worn smooth by the oceans to prove that everything has a muse

a token from the arcade where we spent our summers playing games without a care

one of her hairs that got tangled in my beard as she sat on my lap while we talked of nothing

a breath of air from over the ocean that found it’s way to the plains on accident

a photo of a tree growing on a cliff overlooking the valley where lilies blossom in the spring

all carefully arranged in a velvet sack tied closed with heartstrings under my pillow as i sleep