bread

Love, my hunger here knows
no bounds in life and yet its
not the baker's grains that
I ever seek to satiate myself
I long for you, your grains
the glowing flare of your skin
to bake, have it whole and
I was down there burning
as a piece of black coal
holding onto my flares for
your harvest's dough to land
and let me help the grain
to bake as an earth bread
to rise into you with this fire
that rages high in my heart,
and I have it alive waiting till
You came and embraced me
just for those fleeting moments
and then retreated fearing
that my flame will char bread
not knowing that dough had
cooled me down while baking
and all I am now capable is just
to keep you warm for whatever
life is left now in me and you