If only I could taste the words you wanted to say to me,
I would call to you
enrich our lives with the sweetness, the stoic stance you take
as you hold your hand out to me
and I think about how you would be my game changer if I were actually awake.

If I could only feel the thoughts that you think
I would pluck them from my skin.
I imagine they would glow and bubble
and I could hold them in the palms of my hands and blow them up into the air
and we’d watch them whirl up toward the sun and vanish.

If I could only smell the steps that you’ve taken in your life
I’m sure I’d smell dirt mixed with blood,
and fairy dust mixed with candy canes and evergreen trees.
And I’d dance through the aroma of who you are,
capturing you forever in my memory with every breath that I take.