body series 18

I would tie your legs and arms to four perfect bed posts hewn from belief 

The belief the sun will come up

The belief the earth will continue to spin

The belief of the kindness of your smiling eyes

I would bind your wrists with lavender sunrise and promises.

I would kiss every inch of your skin in love poems

I would kiss astrophel and stella into your collarbone

Sonnet 18 into your wrists

I would kiss she walks in beauty into the back of your knees

And a red red rose into your hips

I would plant day lilies between your breasts and water them every day

I would watch as the roots twined around your ribs and grew strong with the beating of your

Heart

They would be yellow and even the sun could not match 

Their joyous flight from your rib cage into the sky

Buoyed upward by the essence of you

I would invite everyone we know over and ask them to paint a mural on your bedroom walls

And each of your lovers and friends would make a Sistine chappel to your laugh

And the way you love like the world is living and you are breathing life into everyone you meet

I would cover you with strawberry fields and then eat ripe, living strawberries from your body

Taste the sweetness on my tongue

I would build a mountain of you and play on your rocky slopes

I would ask you to watch as the moon and stars whispered your name. 

"Erryn

Erryn

Erryn"