If i told You that You were made of stars, would You believe me?
Would You trace the dust that outlines Your soul
Which leaves a fluorescent explosion of color trailing in Your wake?
Would You believe me if i told You how You became a constellation of my Dreams?
Would You count each wish i made?
Would You run Your mind across my Hopes and Fears
That have created Your lips, Your eyes, Your hands, Your heart,
Your form that reaches out to hold me?
If i told You how i worship You as the as the ancients worshipped,
Would You let me paint You into the sky upon the ceiling of my tomb,
Or note You down upon the map of my skin,
Or sing songs and tell stories of Your Strength, Compassion, and Wisdom,
How all should know You, and i have chosen to follow You?
Would You let me kneel before You and praise the earthly form of You
Knowing that Your celestial body will be empowered by my Devotion and my Faith in You?
Would You let me be your priest?
Would You even believe me if i told You that You are a god?
That since i was a youthful boy i whispered into the hole in Your heart to fill the spaces with my Love for You,
That since i was a young man i walked the path that would bring me the closest to You,
If i told you that you bring Life to me and heat my insides with flames,
And that when You look at me like that i feel the solar flares burn me up to lick and kiss across my skin,
Until You consume me and i am filled with such Love and Desire that i can do nothing,
Say nothing…. only accept, embrace, submit
Would You believe me if i told You that You weren’t just a man?
That You were Time?
What if i told You that You are the times that i found comfort in looking up at the night sky,
That You are the times when i found strength when i was weak,
That You are the times i thought i couldn’t bear to look at myself but learned to love myself with Your eyes,
That You were the times i chose to fight for what was right
And the times when i chose to surrender when i was wrong,
That You were the times i laughed so hard my heart swelled up and choked me
That You were the times in between other times when i would wander, sleepwalk
Naked down the street and tell people i was looking for Someone
Would You believe me if i told You
That i am Yours?
That i am beyond possession or claiming?
What if i told you that i am inside of You,
That i inhale the air You exhale
That i am the blood You bleed and the tears You spill
That i am the clench of Your hands and the tensing of a muscle
That i am the atoms and molecules that form Your image
That i am the beat of Your heart and pulse of Your veins,
i flow there within You
Would You believe me when i tell You that words are not enough to express
How much You mean to me my Love, my Lord, my Master, my Divine?
Would You believe me?