Alchemy-poem

this one's dedicated to my Scott. 

If I could kiss your eyes until you see stars and the skies,

could you paint our tomorrow’s until your brush-hand tires?

I would dance through the breeze for you,

(the one I’d command to caress the skin I crave to

breathe in)

I’d hold your hand, giving it firework-sparks

to ignite the same your touch invokes

in me

Hopefully, and wishfully, and dreamfully then,

you’d be able to paint,

what you want the next day to unfold

and inspire in us what we both dare

to dream

I’d dance

(or pose)

until you can’t escape the vision

of the cloud-canvas overcome by the burn-marks of our

tango:

the capture of our tomorrow

and the lipstick stain from the daring little act

that is no longer just an

if