I swim in your eyes;
pools of mahogany and fluid ink
I swim in your mellifluous voice,
wrapped around me in syllables, tentative
sentences, paused in question.
a river, descending the high planes, continuing
through jungles of vines and
leaves larger than my face,
Vines wrapped around my heart,
reaching up through veins and aortas
to the blue sky above the darkness,
You are the deep lake
in which your ancestors cast
their brilliance, their glow.
adorned in the dusting of gold,
descend slowly into you,
emerge cleansed. For hours
I sit by your side,
looking down into the receding waters
reflections of clouds passing slowly above.
This morning, awakening, I find
myself in a dry land, the waters receded.
We pray for rain.