If I were to write a love poem
I would stitch my fingertips to the constellation of stars on your back
so my fingers would never get lost in translation
I would trace the outline of your body
and draw maps better than Google,
my fingers would find every small dent,scar and bump along the way.
I would kiss you until the name of your lover was erased from your tongue
I would sing you songs about the stars and the moon
and when they collide; when our lips finally touch,
I hope to God they’ll form a world around you.
I would whisper stories about your smile
to the birds and the wind
and watch it sing back the stories for everyone else to hear.
I would argue and debate and fight
that comfort can only be found in the
depths and corner of your thudding heart.
If I were to write a love poem,
I would name it after you.