with any luck,
love will come dripping through your curtains like first light in autumn
crisp and pure as an apple.
love will seek out your thighs like a little dog looking for the perfect place to dream,
will stick to your fingers like summer’s first s’more,
will hand you a quarter for the neighborhood children’s lemonade stand.
with any luck,
love will glue your favorite shoes back together
so you can walk a little braver down the road,
will plait your hair with flowers and ribbons and essential oils
just to tell you how nice you look when you wake up
without a touch of makeup.
with any luck,
love will climb your gutter like an urchin
to woo you at your open window
and carve your name into a tree somewhere down by the river.
with any luck,
love will invite you to the threshold of yourself
and invite you
to step on over towards your hearth
and warm your fingers on
the bright flame of yourself,
raw and elemental,
giving and taking,
possessor of nothing but
ruler of the kingdom
with any luck,
love will surprise you like that.
