If I could create anything, I'd use my fingertips
to paint the constellations on your back, except
I'd trade the big dipper for the big spoon.
I would sear the moon into your eyelids
with my lips if it meant you'd only look at me
with the wonder of a child seeing the sky for the first time.
And my fingers would lace yours with the harmonies
of all the words we only whisper into each others' ears
for fear that one day they might be heard.
Last edited by Cyclones41 at Jan 25, 2015,