on one word hung a nation
in one breath a dream called
within one thought balanced need with necessity
and want with wanting more
above the world the stars gathered wishes
saving for when the lights all go out
I put up a candle in the cupboard
a prayer on my lips
and a lighter in my pocket above my heart
… the world was a word
and the word was on your lips
would it taste of sweet cantaloupe
or persimmon’s emerald kiss?
Would it laugh at languishing in reds
and paint the world in crims’n
or prone to lavish simplicities
of diamond coated sins?
Would it be a lamprophony
of canter calling crows
or be silent as the barren wood
to slip where silence dare not go?
What if, my love, the world were I
and I of lashing dreams?
would I sate your soul
o’er lip, and tongue and cheek
to disolve in utter bliss