The Edge of the Northern Star

If my fingers could draw

I would play connect the dots on his skin

his freckles tease me by the day

and I am amazed at his beauty in every way

If his smile was poison

I would gladly drink it because with one look

I am warmed and all the feelings

Inside my heart begin to swarm

If his hands were Christmas

I would become the present wrapped inside him

warm and safe I would wait

to be unwrapped and loved in every way

If his eyes were drops of taffy

I would gladly taste of its sweetness

taking into my senses every sheen and shine it made 

breathing in its scent with gladness 

If in him I found that my ship would not sink

the edge of the earth I would not find

In his heart and mind all the endless possibilities would be a sign

that the north  star pointed toward what is right 

the moment I knew I would grasp the opportunity

I would lay hold to his soul and claim it as my own

two hearts bound in the same direction

beating to the rhythm of an off kilter drum

and the sun would rise with the knowledge

of what we had just realized

humming a tune of, "I already knew" 

and the birds singing to the morning dew

goodbye to a lonely morning 

and good morning to you