National Poetry Writing Month, Day 16: If I Could

If I could

If I could tell you,
that every time your eyes
Dripping like molten amber,
looks into mine,
like cascading sunsets coming together to form one huge twirl,
and the universe gets in line.
Like the dripping honey you lift up in lazy mornings,
Of honeycombs and mazes
That once those eyes did scurry
and that hue runs together like a million fireflies that swirl.
Without any fear.
Without any hurry.

If I could tell you
That your touch can ignite,
like lava racing down a mountain on my back,
Of credence and cadence,
Like the studded sparks that decorate the sky at night.

If I could tell you,
That when you smile,
Everything heals.
This heart,
mends like little buds struggling to grow in spring,
and flutters away like how a little mockingjay flies despite of a broken wing.
like how forests grow magnificently
after being treaded on,
Innumerable times.
this soul,
Opens itself
Like the arms of a waiting love
Untended and hopeful now,
Like the doors to an abandoned home
At the entrance with wind chimes.

If I could tell you that you’re the universe in itself with the galaxies flowing in your veins and stardust sparkling through your skin
If I could tell you,
The collisions in your head are meteors of thought that never could be deciphered
and you hold within the power of the cosmos.

If I could tell you,
that you will never see what I see
you’ll just look for reasons and logic.
But if only I could tell you and
If only you could see
Maybe then your skeptic heart would believe in magic.

-Written by Aminah Neemah.