If I made the sky,
I would put your freckles in the stars.
I would take the silver hoop in your ear
And wrap it around the moon.
If I made the sky,
Sunrise would look as bright as your laugh
And sunset would feel as soft as your lips.
I would make your body into a cloud,
So everyone would see a masterpiece when they look up.
If I made the sky,
I would paint your profile as a mountain range
And lay it across the landscape
So there is always beauty on the horizon.
If I made the sky,
Your arms would be gentle storm clouds.
Your sighs are thunder,
And your smooth shoulders the summer afternoon.
If I made the sky,
I would turn your golden eyes into the sun,
And your eyelashes are the rays
That feed the crops of my adoration.
Izzy King is finishing their Junior year at DePaul this spring, majoring as a BFA Actor at The Theatre School and minoring in Applied Psychology. She is new to writing poetry; this is her first time submitting work to a literary magazine! They love Shakespeare, coffee, and new plays.