a staircase
falling from
the sky,

would
surely

lead to
you.

and after
the words
had all
been
spoken,

and I
lay innocent
in your
eyes.

I would
wish
for nothing
more.

in this
moment
where
the value
of gold
would
be pennies,

and the
shadow of
your raven
hair would
wrap me
tender and
warm
under this
winter
sun.

and my
bones
would be
blessed
through
and through.

at the
touch of
you.

at the
promise of
something

else.