If I could fly to you, I would soar through the sky,
Not like a bird or a giant balloon or a kite or dandelion fluff.
NO, I would fly like a rocket, get out of my way
Faster than the speed of sound, I would come to you.
If I could speak to you, my words would dance on my voice
which comes from my mouth of lips turned up in a naughty smile
and they would say things much more interesting, shocking, intrigueing
and seductive than merely “I love you.”
If I could touch you, my hands would be only
a small part of the parts of my body that I would use
to tactily savor, and delisciously explore ’till you smile and quiver
every square inch of you…done so slowly, of course.
If I could see you, my eyes would not merely look
they would drink you up like a long lost soul,
just in from the desert.
You are the Oasis…I quench my thirst
taking the longest drink my eyes have ever drank,
I raise my glass, “Here’s looking at you.”
If I could hold you,
I would not have you loosely grasped in some
half-assed-excuse-of-a-hug,
lamely loving you while my mind drifted elsewhere
like what to do for dinner.
No. I would grab you like the brass ring,
my prize to cherish all my days remaining
and I’d hold on tight as my little arms could
squeezing you with all of my love, and all of my being
so there would be no doubt in your head or heart
that you were loved intensely and deeply.
Sometimes I want to hug you ’till I am right inside of you.
So you see, if I could, I would do all of these things and then some
because life is too short to not be blatantly demonstrative
of feelings we hold for a beloved one and this moment
is all that I’ve got and you too, so I hold nothing in
of my feelings for you
be they love
or lust
or juicy admiration
for your perfectly-shaped buns
or the way my heart melts when I look
into your incredible eyes and I sigh,
I still sigh no matter how many times that I’ve looked there.
And even though you are not here in body
You are powerfully present in my heart and mind
and I swear I can smell the spirit of you
letting me know you are here, even though you have gone
and I swear, when I close my eyes I can actually see you.
And I quench my thirst,”here’s looking at you”
and I smile that naughty smile
as I fall asleep in a dream in your arms
just having been ravaged by you,
with your essence still warm and sticky inside me
the way that I like
and I drift and dream.
I am so very glad that I told you often
all of these things and then some,
before our moment and you were no longer.
