I promise
that if you let me
into your warm, cozy dwelling
I will invite in the spirit of the forest
and everything that is good from the earth
and I will perform stories
of thunder and lightning
and ocean waves
and wild horses
I will shake the way the earth shakes
ceremoniously when the time is right.
I will praise the epicenter for its power.
And the weight of the mountains will be known
we will be closed into finite bliss,
gladly, as in caves.
I hear your voice finally,
and we both wake up on the ocean floor
we are not frightened but in awe
