Stranded

If I was stranded on an island,

If I was stranded on an island,

I would try to fit the stars within my bag.

I would try to shove in the whole damn universe.

Try to stuff the words that were once shared--

My favorite conversations,

Try to keep the polaroid memories--

Snapshots of a foreign time.

Try to bottle up the perfume--

The one I call home.

Try to.

Probably fail to.

But, God.

If I was stranded on an island,

I would try to bring the kiss-mark imprints

Left dancing on my skin.

Package the embrace that somehow melts

My body into your body.

Store away the warm honey laughter

That drips down to my soul.

If I was stranded on an island,

I would try to keep the swing

And the sway in your walk.

Stockpile the feeling of

Hands intertwined.

Forge the loss of coffee irises

And a cream white

I can swim in.

If I was really out there and--

With no one else and--

All alone and--

I guess what I’m really trying to say is,

If I was stranded on an island,

I’d bring you.

I’d want you.