If I could, my dear,
I’d shape you like a muse and watch you shift to something else.
If you asked me, darling,
I’d call your blindman’s bluff and hang the hunted hands till dawn.
In a dream, baby,
We’d fall into our bones and play a game of cat and mouse.
Was it you, lover?
Who grinned away the trees and let my idol shine the best?
So you’ll know, sweetheart,
I’ll transplant all my half-blown tears into your blood to see them move.
If I waited, boy,
My sighs would count a thousand years into a speck of salty sea.
If I waited if