Welcome Home, My Prince

welcome home, my prince
into my white season of no you
welcome home
to my songs
that touch yo/head
and rain green laughter
in greeting
welcome home
to this monday
that has grown up
with the sound of yo/name,
for i have chanted to yesterday's sun
to hurry back with
his belly full of morning
and you have come
and i cannot look up at you.
my body
trembles and i mumble things as you
stand tall and sacred
so easily in yo/self
but i am here
to love you
to carry yo/name on my
ankles like bells
to dance in
yo/arena of love.
you are tattooed on the round/soft/
parts of me.
and yo/smell is
always with me.