If Ever

If ever I kissed you, the world might end:

if my lips touched yours
as they've
longed to; if you looked
into my eyes so I saw
my same hidden hope shimmering deep
in your soul; if I were given
permission to have you by
whatever Force could grant it–

if you wanted me for your own

–the slightest brush
of my soft, pink lips against yours
would ignite the air, fill the
atmosphere with flames
and burst all the city walls
of Earth; it would explode
into the heart of every creature within a
thousand light years
of the act. Bards
and storytellers from Worlds across
the sky would tell of the sight
until their lives were spent;

and I?
I would die;
Smiling
with you upon my lips.