Goddess Love

What do you think,

could we be free

together?

I see kitchen tables

stacked with mason jars,

kisses on the neck standing

in the kitchen,

boiling broths

and remedies,

holding you close,

your pulsing spine pressed to my chest

as you stir your magic

in well-loved

pots and pans,

that I remember from

lifetimes past,

whispering goddess love in your ear.

Climbing vines over the sink

and plants in their yummy earth,

birds in the flutter bath

chirping out

love songs

to their mirrors

and beyond

to the shying undergrowth,

I want

your mouth

on my mouth,

exchanging our

inner breaths,

mixing our starlights,

reading hidden stories

through eyes wide

and hands

to lips,

heavy.