I Would Love You

I Would Love You

Before I went to sleep last night
I thought about how much I would love you
If my life was a ladder I could climb,
To get away from here,
Or if the locks rusted
And the doors could be broken,
With a swift kick and a curse word.

I started writing your name on everything,
From the corners of the stars
And the underwings of passing aeroplanes,
To the soft petals of the orange blossom.
I opened every oyster that nestled on the sea bed,
As cosily as I did in mine,
And inscribed your name on the pearls I came across.
(In calligraphy.
So the fishes might read it.)

Once, when I was young enough to think it was a good idea, 
I swam two miles
At the local leisure centre
(One hundred and twenty-eight laps)
Until my arms were so tired
Only lucozade, and ambition, kept me afloat
And now I know it was practice
To swim against the tide of all things
So that, one day, I would reach you.

"I'm writing bad poetry, again"
I had to inform myself,
Because I was far too busy fluttering
At the thought of your kisses.
And I couldn't seem to stop picturing
Your face close to mine
And your ear against my mouth
So I could tell you
That you are the atom
And the space the moon feels safe in.

If everything I believe in came true,
The world would have more castles
And sympathy
And I would hold your hand.

I would plant kisses like perfect tulips
All over you.

I would be close enough to turn to you
Before the night and I embraced,
And say your name,
Inviting you closer

Before I slept last night,
I pictured your footsteps
Leaving behind a luminescence
As you walked, 
Like your own sea of stars,
And the things your gaze fell upon
Became instantly more beautiful.
I imagined the daisies chaining themselves together,
In protest, because you didn't pick them,
And the twilight barking
Was all about the colour of your eyes.

I saw the amused twitch of your mouth
At the scale of my silliness,
And I felt the air quiver between us,
Despite the lands and oceans in our way.

I realised I had forgotten to write your name on the sun, 
so the light when it rises is yours,
But, still, I could feel each letter
Flourishing its way across my heart
And I slept with you written there
Like the dedication to my novel on existence

 

 

 

 

8am

8am

Maybe a Lady

Maybe a Lady