(To my liberation)



A crossing of two disparate paths,
At last the bliss, unheralded!

The scales tip with a breath, burning tender;
Pulsing with my anima, I touch you
With all the tenderness of Christabel;
The bangles on your waist – your lock and key
Reflect our eyes, refract their beams

The clasp turns soft, yields to my homing
On the secret combination

All over, prismatic jewels embrace all shades
Black velvet veils, then falls
To counterpoint, become
The night,
To kindle astral radiance.

Our eyes absorb the spectrum
Embrace a focus gamut
From arc of firmament to body curves
From linear rigidities to soft ellipses
Exquisite fusing of our contraries

Sweet sensual geometry
Our inner rulers, compasses
Charting our blended figures

Sweet juggling of the elements:
Water to fire and earth to air,
A perfect mutual inversion.

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