i

Are you love?
This is me, a waterbody,
— stormy,
turbulent,
calming before you, a goddess.
Pregnant with liquid silence,
bound in your shy charm,
I hold fragments of increase
to grow you fertile
until you give birth to a red-rose soul.

ii

Are you music?
This is me a chord,
broken for your use,
lying in your presence,
helpless
— calm with faith and little miracles.
I am a rock,
melted;
now, bits fallen around your feet
pliable to your bidding.

iii

This is me now,
a longing,
stretched into a melody,
beaten by your spirit
into a rhythm.
I shall smile
fulfilled
when I pluck love
from you, a tree
— tree of effects.

 

 

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