If you were a cult, I’d join you
Hand over my chequebook without a word and dedicate my days and nights to worshipping you
If you were a river, I’d swim you.
Dive into your depths and hold my breath until I got dizzy
If you were a steak I’d eat you
Greedily, like a starving woman with your juices running down my chin
If you were a mountain I’d climb you
Curl up on your peak until my desiccated body was scattered to the winds
If you were a joke I’d tell you
Inappropriately, to strangers and at funerals
If you were the sun, I’d stare at you
Blazing your beauty into my brain until my eyes fused into darkness
If you were a hat I’d wear you
Long after fashion and the firmness of your brim had departed
If you were a whale I’d hunt you
Misfire my harpoon so I could chase your fluking form forever
If you were a song I’d sing you
Humiliate myself at televised talent contests just to share your sweetness with the world
I’m glad that you are none of these things, but that you’re you
and you’re here in my arms
and I can watch you sleep in a way that is only moderately creepy
and go on loving you joyfully and steadfastly for as long as you remain yourself
