Inventario

I have seventeen things not to tell you
And fourteen points on your anatomy
That I want to explore

I have the rest of my life
While the world turns
To convince you that every second
Can be better

I have a trip anywhere
I have a February 30th
A thousand reasons to adore you
And kisses like downpours

This will be the inventory
Worth counting
Everything I carry inside
Everything else goes away

This will be the inventory
That I lay at your feet
To consider
Everything else rots
Everything else goes away

I have sixteen complexes
Thirty-three quirks and only one story
That even if you claim it
I would like to avoid

I have thirty new stories
Sunday afternoons
Footprints in the sand
And a million Mondays
To share

I have a chest for your cold
I have a God for your altar
A future that is not mine
All to improvise

This will be the inventory
Worth counting
Everything I carry inside
Everything else goes away

This will be the inventory
That I lay at your feet
To consider
Everything else rots
Everything else goes away