If:
I could smell poetry tonight
Sniff it off the moon and pass it in your arms, causera of your body.
I could capture the twilight in your bones and write about the iridescence.
I could smell poetry tonight
Pinch it off the clouds and sprinkle it over your eyelashes, the metre for your soul.
I could capture the stardust and dab it on your enamelled cheeks.
I could smell poetry tonight
Snap you out of the veracity of life and gift you glass slippers, a couplet for me
I could capture your footsteps and fill my pen with it to write you a ballad
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