a gweneth poem.

i'll paint you a picture in fiery orange using top-shelf treasures and the contents of every drawer. 

i'll show you a dance to deep beats using signs and gestures that say "my beat, my drum." 

i'll let you hold me and chase me and rock me. i'll let you sun your face against mine.

all i ask in return is nay-nay.

whenever i say-say.