If you came home with lost and dazzled eyes,
With fairy gold that daylight fades to dust
And bleeding feet from dancing until dawn,
If you came home with lips that taste of lies,
With skin that smells of sandalwood and lust,
With tangled hair, your garments bramble-torn –
After a hundred years or one long night,
Because you chose to or because you must,
Your errant soul would find me waiting here.
If you came home, my dream, my heart, my light,
Notes: The prompt was “Today, write a poem that emphasizes the power of “if,” of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.” The form I’ve used is not quite but nearly a curtal sonnet!