You come to me encased in a shell of light,
Light dripping from your wet fingertips
Until swept sparks gather on the mat like sweat,
A slow swirl of flame rising to our hips–
And we in the center of this focused rose
Touch like torches our incandescent arms
And fall into the whirl of liquid pulses
Beating to our hearts’ bruised alarms.
Here in the center of light is love
And silence. Only your face floats above
The burning candle end; only your eyes and mine,
Dear, in all the ardent fire remain.
Only here, in the light’s heart of is,
The earth releases her captives, and we rise.