One summers day
you left a package
on the doorstep
addressed to my heart.

I find your patience and
persistence alarming,
yet the tenderness
soothes my soreness
and in the desert
a smile is born.

Blind to your beauty
I stumble in the dark as,
with feline stealth, you
tiptoed in to curl
gently round my pain.

As my heart rips open
the clouds of grief break
sending a monsoon of blessings
to flood my desire and
soak my parched body.

One summers day
you left a package
on the doorstep
addressed to my heart
only to have it
returned to sender.