Growth

Your voice – rich, deep earth
nourishing my heart.
Planted in your love
I feed from you -
Filling, swelling, bursting.

Wild at first, untamed -
your will trains me.
Your vision, a stake
to guide me.
Shoots tenderly corrected.

I know the warmth of you,
the caress of your palm
and the touch of your lips.
You are the sun
on leaves and petals, my skin.

Your hands form a tender vase
in which you hold me.
Your eyes, a mirror -
reflecting the beauty
you've grown in my soul,