There is a place in-between
your shoulder blades
where the light sings.
Unfold Her modesty there
to be Her arc of passion.
Come to Her
with blooms on your fingertips
and nothing in your heart.
She will
take that “nothing”
shaping it into a feeling
that you know to be love.
A love that will scratch your back
or bruise you
with its eagerness
to be your life.
