If I could shrink down real small, real small like a fly, like an ant, like a grain of sand, I'd sit myself right underneath your lower lip and stick there.

I would sit and observe, I'd see everything you see - every word you write, every sentence you read, every cup of coffee, every glance at your shoes or a pretty girl or every red light. I'd say everything you say - every song lyric you sing along with, every theory about every thing, every I Love You every Yes every No every Never. I'd feel every chill you feel, the cold wind that whips and chaps your lips and reddens your cheeks, I'd feel each breath you exhale as a warm breeze, a heat blast; your long heavy sighs would warm me --

I would be the little secret you have that you weren't even aware of.

Eventually I would start whispering poetry in past your lips and teeth and pretend I could see the verses slide down your throat like a water park ride; I would tell you all of my dark secrets. I would be the fairy sitting and swinging her legs off your bottom lip, singing your favorite songs and quoting your favorite lines from all those books you read.

Then I would spin invisible webs and intricate pulley systems across your mouth and around your tongue and teeth, and every bitter ugly thing I'd hear you spit out I'd retort with a yank of a string and watch you wince as you bite down on your tongue. I would knock on your incisors hard with fists, as hard as I could, to make you rethink every nasty word. I'd dangle from the threads I weaved and, like an acrobat, jump and hang and swing to move your mouth just how I like it, your throat and vocal chords following suit, you'd be my oversized puppet, my marionette with invisible strings, I would make you sing my songs and speak my poetry and every Word - every I Love You every Yes every No every Never - will be at my disposal.

You would finally feel what it was like to be me with your hand shoved deep into the back of my head.