I need not your love,

Nor your affection.

Not even your smile,

Just a story, a recollection.

Give me a story; something sad and delicate

That turns and twists.

Here, take my hands

Write it on my wrists.

Spin me a tale; something soft and sweet

Like a strawberry at midnight.

You are the spinner, I'm just the yarn

Make me spectacular, knit me tight.

Weave me a dream; something smooth and silvery

Like the liquid moon so far away

Fabrications have no limitations

For tell me, who's to say?

Just tell me something beautiful

Unfold me something strange

Utter to me the pretty words

I could never find on a page.