THE AIR IS THICK WITH LIGHT

The air is thick with light:
     heat, bright as a sun-torched gord
                 (a drinking well,
                 deep with thought,
                 an expression of your truth,
                                         your surrender,
                                         your quenched thirst.) 

And this heat,
      ablaze with your heart-rays,
      generating fuel for us to
                                          move forward
                                          onward
                                          toward 
      the dance of life,
      entwined:
                                         The heat of your palm in mine.

You are the well 
      of great dreams
      of assured tenderness
      of reflected hope.

I sip your words and
      taste your love.
                                           Come, wet my tongue.