Tuesday, December 20, 2016

we would

We would have had a daughter.
We would have used her as a prop in artfully-framed joke pictures
and loved her more than ourselves
more than our projects
more than we knew how to love each other.

There's nothing we couldn't have done together
no dream too audacious
the moon tied by a string to our sweet house in the mountains.


I would have stared into your glacier blue eyes until my soul burst through.
Lovers like cats, I would have licked you clean every day until we died.

Pulling off the main road to find the most romantic place to sleep,
our souls alive through flesh, I knew it the moment I saw you
that your shine could overpower me, could heal me, could erase myself
in the smell of your neck.


You would have talked me into moving to Africa
to work at a home for children
and to dance
in the courtyard
and free.


We were both like argon that came and went as is pleased
through a hole in neon signs that glowed with a thousand italicized exclamation points in a row.
Brash and self-assured brilliant, we crackled through the world
like twin teardrop flames chasing a serpentine line of gun powder across the sky.

We would have done whatever the fuck we wanted
the only way we knew how
as teardrop flames
burnt our ankles black.


You would be letting me believe I was leading as I danced you through the streets of New York,
over benches
under branches
as strangers can't help but smile
because nothing ever went wrong
and what we would have been
would be what we actually are.