WHAT IF

what if you got close

breathed in tunes of rapture

and thought in rhythm

what if it came true

and my legs were wrapped around you

like duality around the steadiest lives

and if you gazed through the walls

and I evaporated with your memories

then you can drown

and forget how dangerous it is to be tight like this

what if I tore your flesh to reveal scriptures of our lives

and we could throw mockery back up to uncertain skies

what if they came in waves

currents that wash away

all that and more

the times I've tried to seat you across the table

the times you've tried to seat me beside yourself

we can drift in and out of rhythm

intensities fade into courtesy

electric pulses followed by mindless repetition

as long as we can recognize each other

we can only indulge so much

and never begin the endnote

and never melt into broken bliss

see how the world can end with just one kiss

and a new one never begin

if you got too close

or not close enough

if we took the wrong stuff

to be love