Mimi Wolske-Mona Arizona™
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Won't you tell me your favorite parts of me?
What are the parts you want to keep?
If you're afraid, then I'll give you mine—
It's your eyes that look at me with love,
Your heart that's fearless as those
Alberta winds in the winter time,
Your silver hair that's always in place,
Your comfy pants that have seen better days,
Your crooked smile like a happy wolf,
That look you get that tells me, yes it says
That you're up to no good at all,
And those ornamental parts of love.
Well, you know in a better light
Everything changes so that
I will want every part of you...
So you will want every part of me, too.
Let's close the door on good intentions;
We can't be bothered with mistakes made while
Waiting for these things we share to grow,
These feelings written in our blood,
These feelings that touch us to our bones.
Let's turn off the lights and shut the door;
We already have everything we're going to need.
Won't you hold me in your arms and tell me a story,
Or, won't you tell me your favorite parts of me?
Paintings by Hamish Blakely