Beloved,
tell me how it is you come to me.
Tell me what it is that calls you,
so that I may make it happen again,
with intention.

Last time you stayed for three whole days
and put me so ablaze with bliss
I was afraid I would start fires
merely by feeling joy at the reflection of you
in everything around me!
Just as I was beginning to figure out how to put ecstasy
into words that others might understand,
that night,
you slipped away while I was sleeping.
As always,
you left without word of when
you will be back,
so that I must look to find
the glimmer of you
through the weeds & the shadows
& in the shifting pattern of things around me.

Beloved, come back!
I am tinder waiting for
the spark of your touch
to become again a joyful conflagration
that paints the whole sky
with the colors of your love.