I am just a woman

of borrowed flesh 

and bone and blood

and if you dared to share 

a handful of dreams with me

the gamble is what I would do

because I've got no kind of magic

to make them all come true

but I would wrap them 

like ribbons in my hair

so when it felt the world had robbed 

all you'd thought you'd be

while you were lost in sleep

or your hands had held 

your dreams so tight 

they'd fractured into dust

I would call you to remember

the ones I'd kept for you to loose 

the ones I'd worn like woven silk 

and though they'd be

no more than what they ever were

when placed into my hands

I would return them laced 

in the scent of the perfume

of what had lain the closest 

to this heart and mind

returned to you to leave 

a place then bare 

for your fingers through my hair

and your breath upon my heart