When
the light plays all around
it reveals ilke a sword - unsheathed
and sure like my fate.
It ever clings to my root as if -
my counterpart
with octopus grip.
It embraces me and would not leave
untill its own deep shape
enters and follows me beyond -
unto the night -to engulfs
and till we both are gone.
Then on final deepest night
she returns as lover and holds me tight
for a betrothal dance
and until we swoon. !
(Composed 1996; pubished by the National Library of poetry)
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