The Things I Could Probably Do

I could hold up my hand right now.
Yeah, I’d hold the air just so
and suddenly, you’d look at me
like girls would look at me
years ago.

I could, I guess, stare into you
and see the things that others miss
and being seen
you’d want to lean
toward me for a lovers’ kiss.

I could hold the Milky Way
in my two outstretched palms
and you would fall
and want to fall
for all my roguish charms.

We could be famous lovers
who starred in front page scandals
but I can’t. I can’t.
Of course I can’t.
I’m wearing socks and sandals.