COME HOME

My love, come home 
to me. I will dry 
the cold drizzle from your eyes, 
put new speech 
on your tongue, whisper 
sweeter words 
in your ears. Let me tend 
to the feral, secret 
places on the terrain 
of your body. Let me 
warm you, from flesh 
to bone, with the glowing 
coals of my gaze,
cover you with the wet 
of my kisses and the heat 
dripping from my breath. 

In the morning, I will brush 
back the black spirals 
of sleep, steep 
for you a stronger 
tea and watch 
you enter its peace. 
Let me lead you slowly 
back to the boundless 
prairie, where we spin 
with whirlwind dogs
and ride the wild ponies
of thunder. Dear,
dear one,
I promise all these, 
just please come 
back home to me.



© 2003 by Richard W. Todd

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