the heart's desire flickers
like an unsure candle in an uncertain breeze
what was it you said about
a smoldering wick? tell me please
how can i keep burning when the day covers my longing
and the nights are so very short?
today your words
alighted in me
on the wing of birdsong
on the sure, sure wind of morning
'my love, the fuel for the fire
is the locus of your desire'
the air of your spirit
the wood of your cross
'enough', you say, 'enough'