Ask for love, and the sky will unveil itself layer by layer
— Lauren Alleyne, “If, Sky”
Wish to know
and the flowers will open their velvet petals,
pollen sprinkled across their edges
—loves me, loves me not.
Ask for something tangible, a touch,
light and cool—a dusting of snow
melting in fingertips.
Ask for a person
hold a thin, orange leaf
like the coming of autumn as the sun
still warms. All the remaining leaves
in the wind. Not yet ready
If, Love, I could ask
as I trace lines of poetry
the curve of my lips
would you come
to me in a summer wind,
in a thin layer of rain,
in the blue ribbons of sky?
Would you reveal yourself to me?
Opening for the sun, breaking
through the clouds
like a promise?
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