Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

If I were a day, I would
 be Independence Day.

If I were a city, I would
 be Brazil.

If I were a predator, I 
 would be a leopard.

I am self-reliant, no nonsense and fast.

If you were my lover, 
you would be New Years Eve in Tuscany, my King Cobra.

If we were marine animals, we would be a starfish clinging to the bottom of a fast boat then sleeping in caverns .

And if we were birds, we would be hummingbirds often humming our song, Love Hurts, by Nazareth while visiting our flowers, Tulips.

If you were a poem, you would tell the tale of the jabberwocky. 

If I were a poem, I would be in a pen at a store, never purchased, homeless, unwritten, because you, my poet, never found the time.