To A Statue
Would you simply vanish?
and would my heart cease
skipping dozens of little beats
at the thought of
all of you
If everyone could cease
to see you at all
If everyone would suddenly refuse
the information of senses saying
“hey! You’re here! ”
If their ears would not prick up in the least
when your lips mouth your textbooks
and their eyes not radiate
at that chin and those clothes
and the mouth not accept your taste!
Would I cease my coughing
and my sputtering and blush
at the mere mention of your grace and name
if - just for you -
I could refuse
all the laws of physics
refuse the electric strain
cease all our thermodynamic longing
and walk straight through your wall of skin
into a universe without you?
Would you then cease to merely play in my orbit?
Would you cease to be cool?