If I could love you


In the ice at the end of the world

You’d hate the poetry but wouldn’t bite the poet

Your lips

Your face

Your eyes

You’re wicked and lovable and beautiful almost every second at once

Hello to your black hair

Goodbye to your Snow White skin

We don’t know where you are now

Giant steps you made away from us in January

and by July you left from New York forever

Without warning

Without listening to Morrissey on an island where no one is supposed to be sad

You made me smile and I knew you were the only one to get the joke

So you were on my mind in paradise each day as I drove

to lift mountains,

to lift sand,

to clear my head of troubles.

Christmas will come again without you

And I’ll remember how we talked under twinkle lights about misery and about longing

Maybe if

If maybe