The Dress

If I made it from

the pale glow of the moon,

would you wear it to

light my path

through the gloom?

If I wove it from

yellow and white rays of the sun,

would you wear it

to give light to

this one?

If I created it

of the red and yellow of flame,

would you wear it to

set my world ablaze?

If it were hewn

of the grey rock and stone,

would you don it

and be

my home?

Were I to

make it of earth and the ground,

would you try it on

just to see if

we’d be sound?

If I made it

from greens, and browns of the leaves,

would you give in

and be

my canopy.

If I stitched it from

emerald and blues of the sea,

would you wear it

when you capsize

and drown me?

Were I to make it

from invisible, threads of the wind,

would you accept it

just to blow me away,

again.

If it were of

gold, silver, and other precious metal,

would your wear it just

to make

my heart unsettle.

If I weave it from

crimson strands of my heart,

would you discard it,

knowing,

it would tear us apart?