Fire Words

On the day
you promised me morning,

you brushed your hand
across the warmth of my cheek
like sunrise
and in that breeze
we shed the feathers of flight.

The first day I saw you
I hardly noticed
the biology in your hands
and kindness released like breath
from your lips into thin air.

It was then that you first whispered the ignition--
the sparks of the Fire Words

Come here.

This was all we needed
to find grace between us.

Here you unlocked the sacred space
at the base of my throat
with the keys you borrowed
from the maker of light
and I found my way home

with your bidding
wrapped gently around my wrist
taking the shallow pulse,
just under the current of my blood,
and I trembled like Mother Earth
in another life.