Red Leather For Tea, by Kristen E. Nelson

One I build a fire and think, what is your experience of fire?
I see soot on my fingers and remember your fire on my fingers

I approach with open palms; the only way to approach a wild thing

When I clasp it is for an embrace
The press is an honoring; as is the release

Learning from you brings me closer to the spirit
which brings me closer to myself

The lesson of desire is patience.