Come now and find my face as my eyes close and my head tilts back.
I think she has roots in the soles of her feet
She plants herself into the earth.
Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it.
It's a morning race between the sunlight and i to kiss your cheek first.
Put your fingers to mine and watch the sparks dance.
the fire you lit inside me,
Come now, baptize me in warmth.