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. ...