Letting go of all my self defence
As if I might touch all of you at once
I opened up my body to the winds
And covered you by lying skin to skin
In the cradle of my being held
Like an infant needing mother’s aid
I did not move to break the chysallis
Both of us were melting in that space
Whose the hand and whose the mind that work
Metaphors may guide and also hurt
Remorseless is the process that goes on
Until the new forms break this one to one
At last the work is done, the task complete
Dead or living, this is no defeat
How my heart sings 