If you strolled instead of dashing through impertinently
And I did not only sway to gentle unseen caresses
If you were not so distracted with red blue greens
And I did not always stand rooted in resignation
If you touched me without your plastic shrink wrapped fingers
And my skin were soft silk and not brittle wrinkles
If you could adore and find joy in things unfashioned
And I had lips wet and warm to crush against yours
If you had the words to bring forth your heart
And I could serenade you to contented sleep
If your blood were enough to satisfy your thirst
And there was more of me than all of you
If this were some other time
And you were someone else
And I were anything else
Then maybe, just maybe
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