My love, come back to me.
Nothing moves me like you do. Nothing touches me the way you do.
When I am with you Spirit meets breath and sound
And I am human and ethereal all at once.
I am truly alive. I am one with the Divine.
Come back to me my love.
I will not neglect you.
I will not turn my head when you come to lay your elusive kisses on my face.
I will wait and
I will say yes to you.
Even if this heart does not yet know how to hold as much of life as you are, come.
The fullness, the bitter taste, the real deal of you, the beauty that sits on my chest like a weight heavier than hopes forgotten, come.
This has always been too much but
I will learn to hold all of the life that you are, within me.
I will patch the broken places.
I will bear you again and again.
Come back to me my love.
Do you remember how we used to dance freely in the open, with no shame?
Raw and naked, and young we were.
Fear did not know us.
I have grown older now. Folding my hopes into perfect places like unused napkins tucked under china plates for display on perfect dining tables.
Gathers dust.
No one eats here.
Dreams are starving day by day without you.
Me, my love, come back too.
The you I used to know laced with lyric and language.
The you I used to know wrapping words around me,
Sighs and melodies never one the same. Perversely prolific you.
You never stopped to second guess. You plunged into everything.
I remember how we used to dance freely in the open calling on gods by their names.
Come back, I will poke my heart with shunts and arrows to stay open wide enough to accept the fullness of you.
I am strong enough now to love you.
