At The Core

Peel back the red
Tongue of a
Door, plunge through
An entry hard
With light feel
Brightness window a
Whole body, the firm
Carpet springing full,
Fragrant beneath
The soles of feet
Already walking as if
In belonging to inner
Sanctums, a sweet
Center buried
Deep within pulpy
Shadows draw close to
The circle of fire
Embrace and be embraced
By a warm pantry
Spilling over with
Fruit, with wine and
Hot spices born from
Each and every corner
Of a fertile earth,
Make a bed in the
Seasons of the beloved
And become yourself
Beloved, open two
Lips as if to
Savor, respond
Does not this
House taste like
A home?