Day 195: Would You?

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i was wondering…

 

would you play scrabble with me, though it’s not your favorite game?
would you listen to my secrets and not make me feel ashamed?

would you let me write the alphabet with my finger on your back?
would you revel in my bounty and ignore the things i lack?

would you laugh at my jokes, even though i tell them badly?
if i carry too much weight, will you help me haul it, gladly?

would you sing along beside me, though i’m sorely out-of-tune?
would you leave me random treasures, and hide them in my room?

would you find it useful time to count which stars are white
and follow satellites ‘cross the sky, ’til their trail falls out of sight?

would you let me make your waistcoat in dark blue suede and silk?
would you wear it oft’ and proudly when you’re hangin’ with your ilk?

would you banter and debate the way to make good coffee
even though it’s getting late, would you take the snow boots off me
and settle the score with one cup more
and linger, laughing, at the door?

 

would you?

 

would you watch my tears turn into grin?
would you help my outs to go back in?

would you knead the knots i tie in my back?
would you eat the bread i leave cooling on racks?
and say you couldn’t wait –
you had to satiate.

would you give me needed space?
would you let me touch your face?
and let me study it, like brail,
in case my memory should fail.

would you stand without sound
with no one else around
and know me with a glance
in a squared-off, wanting stance

would you walk on humid evenings even though your skin is dripping?
would you brie, baguette, and wine; would you savor with me, sipping?

 

would you?

 

would you, please,
someday, after all these things have been done…

not stop doing them?

 

 

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