If I had a mountain for every time I thought of you I would have a mountain range twelve times the size of the Andes, So long it could wrap around the earth twice And then some. A lifetime of plate tectonic ruminations, The lithosphere colliding where I fell in love with you; That’s what I would have. And I could spend another lifetime traversing All of the ridges and the pinnacles and the icefalls of you. I would reach every summit and look out Across the endless expanse of you laid out before me, And it would be the most spectacular view.
As I traveled through my mountain range I would make a map because, while I don’t particularly mind Getting lost in the thought of you, I would like to be able to find my way back to my favorite places. But like any good cartographer, I would include copyright traps -- Things that don’t actually exist; Valleys and cliffs that only I could have projected -- So that no one else could ever duplicate this.