one more haiku, and a poem
[28/6/2014]
lustrous magpie's wings
framing its ivory breast
emeralds hang there
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So, this one incorporates a much earlier fragment which has found a home in this poem.
Rite of Fusion
[25-28/6/2014]
thin lips
are just as soft
and taste as sweet
isolated from the rest
our world is only
eyes, cheek, nose, mouth
warm breath of whispers
your face pale as moonlight
curtained by veils of night
chest to chest, skin on skin
I bear a heavy burden
with the lightest of hearts
you both crave and fear
to defile, to profane me
but it cannot be done
as the staff opens the bridge
as the sword in the chalice
we shall be, you and I
as above, so below
we are melded in worship
no matter how savage your passion
it only consecrates me