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“I am so smitten with the likes of you
I want to hold your hand in the morning dew”

If my longing for you were an instrument
It would be a vampire’s violin
Being coarsed and caressed by the moon
It would carve the notes of a confessional tune
If my longing for you were the moon
It would shine as the white of your eyes
A gift from the gods
An imperious light from the skies
If my longing for you were the rooms
Of my soul all the doors
Would be laden with silk
And the rooms perfumed with the winter to spring
If my longing for you were the earth
The seas would crash and shake
The leaves of change would swirl and break
And the lavanous beasts would heave a liquid light
If my longing for you were a tea
It would be the sweetest tea
And there would be a lemon twist
Sizzling in the sunlight
If my longing for you were a bug
It would creep its sticky
Little feet across the creases
Of your heart
And make it pump once for me
If my love for you were a quilt
It would be soft and consuming
And beg of your sleep
It would ease and complete
Every dip of your body
And appease with one hundred dead ducks!
If my longing for you were a song
It would haunt you forever
And kiss and surrender the make of your dreams
It would craze you in waking
And tug at your seams
If my longing for you were a doll
It would stay on display for the world to say
“Oh how precious the porcelain face of this child
With its cherry red lips and its upturned smile
And its ringlet’s of fire
Oh box of desire!”
If my longing for you were this poem
You would never know the touch of the page
Or how deep the display of my heart
For my longing is pure and un-foolish
And it wakes in my the unrequited love
Of fantasy
That in me woke but once
And of this dance I lumber forth
And you shall never know
This ink that is the nectar of my soul