Friday, December 4, 2009
If he asks you how to blow the ember
back into flame, whisper: here, and
here. If he points to a broken heart,
breathe these words: this is the way,
If he dances on your rooftop and
cups his hands to hold the moon,
sing. Sing and pluck the fine
silvered strings of his pleasure.
If he asks you if you dare, become
bold as amber honey, widen your hips,
hand to him the key. Do not
hesitate and do not
If he asks you if you love,
look deeply into his eyes. Light the
flame with your breath, let your lips
seal the promise, let him find
your secret rose. Open.
Give wine. Give fragrance. Give dew, and
then let the sea come in its force. Let the tide
overtake you, let the moon rock you,
let your seashell hearts
fill with joy.