My love

Laying alone and thinking of
the lightness of you, goodly
rich weight in my arms.

The sweetness of you.
Salt on your skin, sugar-tongued,
my feast, my flighted bird, my love,

my lady love, my dear, my love,
my doe, sweetest, darling,
a menagarie and more, a voice,
a pair of arms holding me tight.

The goodly rich earth of you
to grow me, to ground me, to feed me.
That I might be a leaf to fall into you,
enrich you, make you more.
I want to see you shine.

To give and love, in this new year,
in this new light.