SECRET

back   way back in there

go along the slight path

through the flaming woods that
guard the way                           

see!                                          
two small glowing windows

a home of sorts?
yes   a home

touch

  liquid threads streaming through
 my fingers
long black longing
     arc
aura of the slightest yellow
  drawing me
here
 where you
      lean
         impossibly
against
      light
 pink
here— where nothing is expected
  to
   happen!
right here!