The Bud and the Root

quiet as the night descends

just as softly as your body bends

folded milk and honey waves

all the silk and bone and butter shapes

bitter leaf and pouring rain

come sifting through the window panes

press your cheek so close to mine

taste the salt and sugar in the brine

kiss the petal of your hands

So warm and wonderful

you only have

To be there

Oh love it is here

In patience, in tear

In wound and in fear

My love it is here

Oh it's all in you

The ripening fruit

The bud and the root

You grow and you move

And you move

And you move

And you grow

And you lose

And you grow

And you move

And you bloom