I wait inside a seed of longing
until Her hands become warm
She is a buttercup of the sun now
blooming within my skin.
In that moment
the Goddess steps into my house
to be touched and cared for.
We live together like this
coming to rest in what
can only be felt and tasted.
Without this substance
of lust
there could be no spirit
only a barren idea.
A book of kisses is not Her reality.
