​if i could sip the nectar of your honey-soaked lips, etching poems on your burnished skin with my fingertips,

if i could embrace you, enveloping your body whole, whispering odes to love mined deep from my famished soul,

if i could share this desolate life turned true by your side, no longer fleeing, nor searching for places to hide,

if i could, if i only could … …