"If"

© 3 August 1999, The Griot Poet

If I could...
I would break down the wall of expectations
And limitations between us as I listen to your voice caress English prose.

If I could...
I would touch you and allow your touch on me
Igniting electric currents birthing Goosebumps on brown skin hot for such
A touch.

If I could...
I would have us spill into an embrace that would allow our heartbeats
To synchronize their rhythms into one pulse, one hum...

If I could...
I would pull lips into a sweet caress that would last for hours and breathless days
As we melded into each other's visage, the lines an indistinguishable pretzel...

If I could...
I would rip off my garments in rash abandon at your invitation to love
Anoint your skin with edible oils and fragrances - manicure your fingers - pedicure your toes
And bless each one with a kiss,
My actions a gift: "This is my body I give unto you..."

If I could...
I would sip sweet wine on weekend mornings lying naked by you reading Voltaire, Tolstoy and Blair,
Engaging between chapters in acts making the Kama Sutra pail in passion's compare.

If I could...
I would spend an eternity - treasure a moment as eternity feeling your body tremble,
Hearing the sweet voice of... your climax.

If I could...
I would make myself a rich and perfect man, giving myself to you fully and
Count it a blessing that the last sound in this life be the laughter of children, the music from your speech.

If I could...
I would write a poem of prose for your clitoris, caresses for your gifted mind that would make love to your vicariously
Since your employment and mine allows us not such freedoms,

If, only...