By Appointment

A return to my beloved
is like that familiar reunion
with my own soul.

This breath can grow full
with the scent of deep presence
on my skin.

It was as if
I had been to a land
far away.

Sparks of the most delicious desires
ignite the fancy
that was forgotten.

We can starve
when our hearts
are unmet.

We begin to wilt
when the sweet splendor of devotion
is no longer savvy.

I am home in my temple
with just the tiniest taste
of reverence for the altar of lovers.

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