The goddess
bathes in her
private stream,
I hold her soul
and kiss her feet.
A gnome
guards the cave
and cleans
her throne.
I hold a cauldron
for her tears,
a hollowed-out book
hides her fears
and the map
to her dreams.
There’s an innocence
before a hurricane.
You don’t need to be afraid love
you don’t need to be afraid.
May, 2020