Your abyss is one with the most purity, dignity, and beauty
Of an ocean of deep sanctity
In a green dress, you wore like leaves
Of a cherry blossom– it blooming in variety
To you– I write my words on a paper of flames
To you, I gift you the world beneath your feet
Or in your palms, with the prayers of day
Or on your smile to surrender a velvet touch
Or through your eyes enrapturing my gaze
Or a touch of your embrace– one against my rhythm
Tell me about the flame that once quenched
Has the burden of wholeness yet dissolve?
Weave your threads with mine once more
Weave your name with mine once more
Weave your answers to my questions once more