The Humble Rock Dove

We made it through the clearing,

With our feelings intact,

We made it through by moonlight,

That’s a fact.

Now is it sheer luck, fact,

Or a matter of chance,

That we only ever spin around,

When we mean to dance?

We contacted, kissed and touched,

On the bones of each hand,

You hide your face but not your beauty,

You’re more than I can understand.

We kissed and killed our path to here,

Now my life’s a corporeal chalice,

For us to take an eternal sip.

We write with love as strong as malice.

Xx