In Spring, You Too Will Bloom

from Wednesday, March 4, 2009

My love
in the morning light,
lingered above my burning bed.

At dawn, the doves fly,
and a rose bush stirs
outside my window,
you still belong to me.

I reach my hand
to your neck
and mingle
my tears with yours.

I beg you not to leave
me alone
as twilight is coming
and
shadows of strangers
seek me in the night.

I have no candle left
for you to find me,
my love, please
follow this whisper
of orange blossoms
from my open window

You kissed me once
and now you have me
unravished, and pure.

Sometimes when your scent
Crosses my path, I am
charmed by your breath.
My feet sit in water dark,
and deep, I am bare,
and still, with just
a little light.