If I could piece together the wonders of the world,
you would be surprised to find
there would be more than seven
and they would be significantly
small.
If I could piece together the wonders of the world,
I would match the tender jolt
when our eyes locked from across the street
and the way my fingers traced along
the lines of muscle and vein on your arm
when you tucked me in the corner
of your elbow.
I would stitch the sound of when
my ear found the deep lines of a cello
lying in the bottom of a symphony
and the car rides when I would watch
the raindrops race on my backseat window
until I was mesmerized to sleep.
I would fold the ache of when you walked out
the door and I missed you from five feet away
with the taste of my first sip of wine
when it hit my tongue like the feeling of tears
and warmth down inside heartsick
and young, young love.
I would trace the sky catching on fire
with the free-fall feeling of my first
roller coaster ride,
my heart popping out of my chest
with an exhilaration that told me
I'd found some passion in this life.
I would tangle the ache of sitting
two feet from you, trying not to
look into each other's eyes too long
with the way my childish fingers once
desperately wanted to touch the treasures
behind museum glass.
I would mesh the jump of my heart
when a baby smiles up at me and
the happy impatience to reach the end
of my favourite book,
knowing I like the way it goes.
I would melt the taste of deep, warm
chocolate in its ever-rich comfort
with the way it feels to walk through the front door
and snuggle in with the blinds closed tight,
until me and my blanket have amalgamated
into one dreamy pile.
I would tag the feel of my pen in my hand
and my desk chair rolling under my thoughts
with the wist of sitting on a park bench,
staring mindless and mindful,
as the stars practically fell out of the sky
above us.
But of all the little wonders of the world,
I would pair the quiet breath I felt you breathe
against me after that first slow kiss
and the moment your eyes brimmed with
bright, hot tears when you turned and
said that you loved me.
October 2010
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