If you were mine
then I'd write poetry all day and every night
If you were mine
the seas would part and all the stars would soon align
If you were mine
we'd lay awake and wrap our legs like cypress vines
If you were mine
then I'd read Kierkegaard to make you think I'm bright

If you were mine
we'd talk profusely about European wines
If you were mine
and lived in Wales
I'd set the clocks to Greenwich time
If you were mine
I'd carve wax wings and fly directly towards the sun
If you were mine
We'd make Marquis de Sad look like a frigid nun

Who waxed the floors and opened the trap doors?
Because I'm falling
It's not as if you'd ever call me
but now and then you could
acknowledge I exist
I'd be your pièce de résistance
We'd sit for days on porch swings
make hearts and rusted bed springs sing
in three-four time
If you were mine

If you were mine
I'd sleep outside your door
through torrential rain falls
If you were mine
then I'd stuff thank you cards into the wailing wall
If you were mine
we'd die poetic deaths like in Greek tragic plays
If you were mine
they'd turn our funeral into a holiday

Who waxed the floors and opened the trap doors?
Because I'm falling
It's not as if you'd ever call me
but now and then you could
acknowledge I exist
I'd be your pièce de résistance
We'd sit for days on porch swings
make hearts and rusted bed springs sing
in three-four time
If you were mine


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