I sink my roots into you, as a sapling into the earth,
Just as you sink your toes into the sand at the seashore,
And just as I sink my fingers into your extraordinary hair.
I bury myself in the ashes of the fire of your soul,
And beg you to bury your nails in the skin of my back, leaving your mark,
Just as pirates of old buried their treasure and marked their maps.
You are the ground I grow from,
Holding me firm and feeding my needs.
I was reborn the day I saw you,
Resurrected on that Easter morn,
And you are the holy mother earth of my second life.