I would cross you every time.
You would be mine
.
I’d “X” you out.
Then you’d promise not to shout.
I’d uncross, reflexively.
I’d open up and let you in.
We would begin
To never end.
Parallel, I’d run with you
.
If you were a line
...
I’d read you on repeat,
Until I HEARD your Word.
I’d not delete.
Not one single letter.
Wouldn’t try to make you better.
If you were a line
....
I’d verbatim Write you out,
Scribble you on a post it note.
Stick you in my pocket.
Post you on my windows.
Tack you to my forehead.
I’d memorize you,
Backwards forwards.
Forever etched
You’d be word sketched.
Into all that is me.
If you were a line...
I’d meet you on the beach.
That spot where the water meets the sand.
I’d stop time, grab your hand.
Never let you go.
That spot.
Where the waves surrender to the land.
If you were a line...
I’d only cross you, Tattoo you
Over my heart
Two lines crossed
...
X
Marking the spot.
You’d be my heart.
Straight forward toward
All that unknown.
You’d keep me in line,
If you were a line…
Hook, line, sink her
I’d bite every damn time.
Reel me in.
Again and again.



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