If I were to dress this man
Who I gladly give my heart,
I’d lay Tyrian cloth upon his skin
To show him for the king he is-
And it does reflect the color
He favors above all others.

If I could take these hands
And pluck from the soil
Poppies and dogwood,
I’d slide them into the rays
Which sprout from his head-
For I know there they will grow.

If I were to dress this lover
Who holds this organ I own,
I’d lay my skin upon his so tender
That all we could hear is the beats
Of our two hearts sounding off-
And the heavied breath
That comes with love.

If I could take my hands
And rip from the earth
The broad distance between,
I’d gladly remove all which
Seperates us and throw it
Past the moon and stars,
Past all that could bring it back
To part us once more-
And then I’d no longer be lonely…

For this man,
This tender, loving man,
I would lay my lips upon
And hold him close,
And pray to all gods
That I’d never have to let him go.