Here is just one of my rough drafts:
You came to me between the layers of turquoise
stacked on top of the pink sandstone.
You came to me in the goldfinch feather
she carried in her small hands and then
as the kingfisher feather she called chickadee.
You came as the full moon
that wakes me through out the night.
And the lucid dreams beneather wave laps,
whispers of those past beyond.
You came as the first ripe tomato.
The one we sliced and shared,
You came because I needed the fullness of summer. Because my skin needed warmth.
You came though I had asked for nothing because I wasn't full as a river at full tide.