Light me a candle.
I want to burst into flame.
The words I’m looking for don’t exist,
so I will have to make a language of my own,
if only to render more precisely
the sweetness and suffering of my soul.
…
Close your eyes to me, my love.
Hide your face, if you wish.
But lift your chin
the merest inch
and you’ll be struck by the beauty
you pretended never to see.
…
Call my name
and I will come
from far away,
slowly, shyly,
like a reluctant wave
on the untroubled sea.
But call my name
a second time,
and I will crash onto shore,
sparing not a single second
to be joined with you
at last.