Potency

I find myself hungry for a flavor less oppressive,

a saffron used sparingly,

kissing the occasional grain of golden rice

not overpowering

just potent.

I find myself next to you in the morning,

burying yourself in my mind

as my first and last image of the day

eyelashes brushing against my fingerprint

lids closing and opening in slow motion

crashing like demolished buildings

spreading apart like the red sea

offering me dry passage

for the small price of faith.