What is more
fleeting than love
but safety
shelter
a home
built of solid material
a place to rest the bones
in darkness
and in light
and honey,
you are that light
built into my chest
a bountiful inside
a beautiful edifice
a commission of stars
a love no less worthy
of poetry.
Sure,
I fight
and I toil
but what is spoken word
if it is not flawed
and resistant to shaking?
In this God’s land
in this green machine
a woman’s love
is but a dark kiss
but yours is destiny
and violence
collisions of legs and sweat.
So honey
sugar baby
give me shelter
let me rest in you
I promise to be
a faithful visitor
to your shrines
and temples
and to love you
fiercely
and madly
as only a woman can.