"I'd love to live on the moon Frankie, just to get away from everyone for a little bit." Mikey randomly stated as the two gazed at the moon from where they lay in the grass on a steep hill.
"But then I'd miss you so much Mikey I'd grow into a mermaid and live in the sea." Frank responded clasping Mikey's long and slender fingers with his smaller inked ones. The older man laughed and turned his head to the left to gaze at him.
"Why a mermaid?" he questioned. Frank shrugged
"Their pretty." he replied. Mikey shook his head with a chuckle and leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the mouth.
"What if I was a flower in a garden?" Mikey asked as they gazed at each other.
"Then I'd be the gardener so I could always take care of you."
"If I became a trumpet that played jazz?"
"I would become the regular crowd who comes in to listen to your beautiful voice."
"What about if I was coffee?"
"Then I would savor the taste of you even more." Frank whispered before hungrily kissing Mikey under the moon he quite no longer wished to live upon.