Dear Wild Girl,
Inviting me to dance
In the light of your fire
And emerald
And sea:

Welcome to the drop
After indulgence
And enthrallment.

Welcome to the realness
Of daylight.

Until the next twilight
And escape.
When your tide.
rolls through us
In its time
Again.

Blink your eyes
As they adjust
To earth
As it is.

Solid and stable,
Boring,
Predictable,
Painful,
And true.

Welcome to the mundane
Roots and facts.

Because I know
It open-armed
welcomes you.