I Want To Be Poem by Juan Olivarez

I want to be,
Your drinking glass.
And taste your lips,
Everyday.
I want to be,
Your locket.
There on your breast,
Pressed against,
Your heart.
So I could hear it beating,
Constantly.
I want to be your comforter,
So I could cover,
Your naked body,
And keep you warm,
Every night.
I want to be,
The first thing you see,
In the morning,
And the last thing you see,
At night.
I want to be,
Your everything.

12/4/10