Pour Elle - A Poem

I can never measure the lengths I would go to, just to see a flicker of happiness in your smile.

Oh the tasks I would undertake, just to see a mere glimmer of recognition and love within your eyes. 

My love, I would face the combined armies of the damned, risen from all nine circles of Hell, and ask them politely to stand down.

I would bask willingly in the rays of a thousand suns until even the idea of ash forgets it was ever me. 

May I find the wherewithal to hold back the tide of time with bare hands as it accelerates, thickens, and finally becomes a wall of impenetrable reality. 

To hear your voice in my ear, I would attempt to persuade entropy to reverse itself out of embarrassment or stare directly into the totality of the universe and not blink first

With grace and dignity, I would carry the weight of every regret ever felt by every living being. I would do so without bending or cracking and forgetting my own name.

To feel your touch upon my face, I will climb a ladder made of smoke to the heavens themselves, rung by rung, without coughing where I will carry a scream across space without letting it fade.

For you alone, I would walk unshielded into the heart of a black hole and return with a receipt or breathe comfortably in the vacuum between galaxies where even echoes refuse to exist.

For your love, I would dare to ask the void a question and expect to receive an honest answer. 

To kiss your lips I would break a curse that was written into the structure of the universe itself and hold infinity in my mouth without choking on it.

To take your hand in mine, I would drink the oceans dry and still suffer the burdens of thirst if you did not reciprocate the merest gentle pulse of yearning I have within my soul for you. 

Your presence in my embrace would make me burn without heat or freeze without cold, and yet I would remain conscious through both.

You would make me remember every version of myself that could have ever existed and choose the correct version that you deserve. 

To taste you once more, I would stand before a god that knew me completely and still lie convincingly, unburdened by fear of discovery. 

Words cannot suitably describe how much my heart aches for you and my soul is connected, forever to yours through any versions of reality, time and space. 

I would go with abundant glee to my own erasure and take notes so that I could create you one more poem before I vanished into nothingness. 

But I cannot go to your mothers this weekend. She gets upon my tits.