Your light ignites a burning flame
bright on the lips of the water

wave after wave
you erupt
an explosion of love
an explosion of desire.

I hear you come in the night
stars kiss you
the moon bows.

You taste like memory
a forgotten friend
ready to be remembered.

I need you. Here.
In the grips of my fingers
the grips of my womb
the grips of my blood.

I need you. Here. So I can
call you home to my heart.

Oh, your light ignites my burning flame.

Come.
Come, home.

Come home to the sanctity of Love.

©Rebecca Cavender, Nov. 2018