water my soul with honey

I.
would caribbean pools
quell my fire?
i have earned the right
to burn.

II.
my fingers tap out the seconds
counting down in rhythm
until they can
feast
on your pulse.

III.
i want to lie down in your shadow
let the wet night air
pour over me
feel the darkness close against my skin
and be still free

IV.
there are no doubts,
aside from all of them.
i stand bold and proud
and tremulous
poised to devote
each and every tiny sparkling star ive found
for the sake of
the halo we create

V.
this magic must have been
hiding and secret
quietly growing strong
in the cool ponds of forgotten tears
in the deep caves
too far in
for the fear to reach