forget gazelles and doves and goats
and imagine the tempestuous sea -
the essence of humanity riding
on the rising crests of ocean waves,
hair choppy as the salted breeze.
Your eyes are not doves, my love.
they’re eagles and peacocks and the pyrotechnics of the phoenix
- they’re strength and colour and the promise of rebirth.
I watch your mouth when you speak
and drink words from your lips
to soak into my soul and hold you absolutely.
If I could be carved from the belly of Earth,
I’d make myself valleys and mountains -
a bowl -
deep and wide enough to hold you forever and set you free
to flow and transform and always return
as water does.
You’re Eve and Lilith and every woman ever born
and your strong and soft and warm have taken me entirely.
You ride into my dreams on the back of a song
and the taste of you illicit on my tongue
lingers into waking.
Wisdom rises in the morning and reins me in.
My body becomes a vessel of desire
- A daffodil bulb dreaming in the dark
and imagining Spring.