If you're reading this and no one has ever dedicated a love poem to you
Now someone has.
This is for you.
The possibility of you
What if we had a whole evening just for us
Possibility sprawled before us on the couch
Wearing something skimpy but flattering
A swathe of time just for us
The sun would sink into the earth with
Comfortable ease
And we would dance every single slow song
What if we had a whole evening just for us
We would dress up together and paint the town red
You in your lipstick colored "man-killer"
And mine called "woods-fairy"
We would sip each other slowly
Like fine cocktails
Drink in the finery and the way the slanting golden light
Brushes under your eyelids
And wraps itself around your collar bones
Like I long to do with my lips
What if we had a whole evening just for us?
And I would write a homeric epic just to the curve of your hips
And you would spin sugar and yarn into something that tugs my heartstrings and
I would tangle myself in your laugh.
And the evening
We would remember it forever after
As ours.
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