I want to be your bicycle

   I want to be your bike

I want to be your bicycle

let you do whatever you like.

 

I want to be your coffee cup

pressed against your lips

I want to be your leather belt

pulled tight around your hips

 

I want to be your handkerchief

I want to be your hankie

I want to be your handkerchief

you can wipe your nose on me.

 

I want to be your pillow

I want to be your bed

I want to be your pillow

tell me what’s in your head.

 

I want to be your pencil

I want to be your pen

I want to be your pencil

chew me, bite me, use me

then

 

let me be your shoe

take me wherever you go

let me be your shoe

I’ll protect you

so

 

I want to be you toothbrush

I want to be your cotton bud

your emery board, your deodorant

your soap, your comb, your brush

 

I want to be your mirror

so I can see your face

I want to be your mirror

I know my place.

 

I’ll lie under your foot

I’ll support your weight

I’ll lie under your foot

I love you, that’s my fate.