The Heron
Love can declare itself calmly
as a Heron on a still pond
its step a ripple widening
Each emanating circle
polishes me like a river stone
Till I am washed clean
But don’t be fooled
by that still white Heron
I know, for I have been speared
through the heart by that razor beak
All that I was
Annihilated in a single moment
As she raised my glistening body
and swallowed me whole
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