a tiny poem for you:
i want to be your soil, he says, rich and loamy.
i want you to dig in with your toes, i want you
to lay down roots, and i want you
from my fertile ground, to bloom fantastically.
i want to be your light, i say, warm and melting.
i want to sunkiss every strong slope and taut turn,
i want to turn your black and white world
into a technicolor firework display.
grow into a god with me, i say.
and he says, goddess, yes.
how else will he know his godself, but through
your goddess eyes?