your touch has undone me;
your caress, my key.
in your absence i gather myself to myself,
a blossom shy to bloom.
i want it to be you, you, you,
you beside me, your fingers embracing my throat,
your thumb following the fragile sinews
to their inevitable union with the base of my heart.
the heart of my body listens for yours,
echoing beat for beat.
the heart of my heart spills over from its cup
trickling into places i never knew i had within me.
this heart is knocking
on all of my doors,
open up!
your season has come!
saara 