Things I Would Like You to See

This is quite possibly my favorite poem I've ever written.  It was 110% from the heart and I still enjoy reading it.

I would lay down my pen for you. 

Though perhaps I would find myself
immersed in the most eloquent of sentences,

Though the muse’s cheeks may be aching from the broadness of her
blessing-bestowing smile,

Upon your call, I would lay down my pen. 

And I would bring you flowers. 

I would venture out into the field—
a rolling, grassy field, as all should be—

Perhaps in not the best choice of shoes. 

But venture I would, in search of the flowers,
with bobbing heads and tenacious stems and a scent like all of summer all at once. 

I am quite sure they exist beyond my imagination. 

And I would bring you those flowers, and place them deliberately in a pleasant arrangement upon your kitchen table, so when you saw them over the top of your paper, or on your hasty rush out the door,

You would think of me, and my wounded feet,
because I did not in fact wear the best of shoes. 

And I would sit with you. 

Out on our porch—
because of course, we must have a porch with a swing—

And with my hand in your hand on your lap, and my head so perfectly rested on the side of your neck,

We could watch early evening progress into night, and I would only half-listen to the words you would say, because the smell of your skin, and the sound of your breath, and the way your voice drifts through my ears to my lungs, is so much more important than the fireflies glowing just short of the stairs, looking for flowers. 

And I hope that you know, though I’m sure you do not,
that if sheer magic poured forth onto my page,

If the heavens cracked open and inspiration poured down,

If Shakespeare himself took control of my hand,

When you called,

I would lay down my pen.