I want to rest quietly in your
towering shadow, surrender to the
soft blade of your raised brow.
These eyes, moisture laden, dissolve
in mutations of tears.
Where is the heart drunk on burning light,
the dance of flame that flares like wide spread wings?
I am scattered whips of lightening, mounting waves,
Storms of longing collect and clot in my throat.
What is left but to swallow this choke of yearning.
There is no safe place for these wings
but they must fly and so my Heart must you.