My last breath would be a tribute to your existence
I’d let you build tree houses in different parts of
me
Let my tears rain on your wounds to heal them
If I loved you enough
I’d levitate the grace of the 19th century for
refined sophistication is the only aura worthy to line the table at which we
feast on desire
If I loved you enough I’d let you act your
frustrations on my delicate emotions
And award you with trophies of kisses
Fold your secrets neatly and keep them in my vault,
only to be worn when we meet
Because together we are free to be ourselves,
beautifully, sinfully
If I loved you enough, I’d slay your enemies
I’d forgive you always
I’d reach within the depths of my vulnerability and
paint you a naked me to hang on the
walls of truth
If I loved you enough , I’d grind the stars to dust
and mix them with the rarest orchids to paint the path upon which you must walk
, a pathway fit for a king , my king,
If I loved you enough I’d negotiate with death to
take me first if ever it is written that you should pass before me
Mortality is aimless without you
But I don’t love you enough, my darling
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