If Only I Could Poem by Charlotte Anna Witts

The entire planet can fade into oblivion
Descend into the airless vacuum
If I could suffocate in his clutch again
The bluebirds cease their melodies
With no ears to fall upon
And crowd eager on my window sill
The vast seas may have parted for all I care
I never watched on a morning like this
And the desert sprouted daffodils from the cracks
I do not care, I would not notice
It was there
It was that moment
Clinging to his arm, tracing my fingertips
across his cheekbones, his fragile eyelids
the careless freckles that dust the peaks of his shoulders
I am not afraid of its outline any longer
Blind and foolish as I am
I am chosen
To fill the space between slumbers
Whilst these blackened wings stay entangled
In the delicious vaccum between dusk and dawn
Recounting, recalling, remembering
The entire planet can fade into oblivion
Descend neglected into the airless vacuum
If only it could be mine