If He Were Not a Boy - Second Place - by Aimee Hunt

If He Were Not a Boy

Second Place

by Aimee Hunt

If he were not a boy

He’d be a raven

The kind who sits on your window sill and

You swear

Sings you lullabies

His feather-dark curls

Those deeply dark eyes

The color of earth

If he were not a boy

He’d be the sea

Blue-hearted he crashes into

Your soul

Kisses you as violently

And gently as the waves

Kiss the sand

If he were not a boy

He’d be a novel

The book you can’t put down

You want to be the ending

As his chapters turn on

His words lovely

Honeysuckle or daffodils

A melancholy sweetness

If he were not a boy

He’d be the wind

The stubborn and untamable

How badly you wish

To catch him in the trees

Through your hair

Any wisp of him ungraspable

Oh, but if he were not a boy

I’d be a branch for the raven

The sand of the sea

The bindings of the novel

I’d be the kite flown by the wind

If he were not a boy