If you want me to, I could get lost in the landscape of your eyes,
and the way your hands feel on my arm
could invite goosebumps to skin’s surface
in a physical affirmation of the words that would get caught
in the back of my throat.
Yes, I could fall in love with you.
And we would have the best of times
inviting all of ourselves to the surface
of a new relationship.
I won’t apologize for the way we’ll eventually fall apart
though both of us would try to stop it,
putting our hands over crying hearts
and trying to find just the right
material to put in place to stop our falling apart.
Or maybe, maybe we wouldn’t fall apart.
Maybe we would love each other fiercely.
Maybe you would get drunk on the scent of
my rose petal skin
and my fingers, insistent with their intentions,
would sketch words from my heart into your chest for hours.
And maybe that is how we’d spend our life together,
slowly building a tapestry.
Yes, I could fall in love with you
if you’d let me.