This Trembling Heart

I did not wake up one day
and choose to love you
or decide
that my life would now
be focused
in your direction.

 

 

 

 

 
this trembling heart
like a magnetized needle
of a compass,
a splayed, obsidian lotus
in a sea of fire
simply returns again
and mysteriously again
to where your soul resides ,
to the breathing star dust
and tender flesh
which temporarily hold
the flowering river
of who you are.

Rashani