You light the fire of my heart:
tender and warm,
a flame to be reconciled.
Do you open yourself to the
splendor of possibilities,
the rapturous heat awaiting you?
You speak in tongues and whispers,
fingertips and salt.
In between,
a silence:
then
crack
like frozen tundra beneath my feet.
The cold
-hasty-
yearns to return and ignite
the hearth
for the promise of fire-light
…the promise of
my fire-heart.
©rebecca cavender