The Circle

encircled by our paulo santo,
the night and light from the blood moon,
we embrace

safe and sound
and magically bound
in a world where no one can touch us

a protection spell and sacred,
cleansing,
new path embrace

charmed by ufos and wine in tea cups
and mason jars

how unique and quirky we are,
endeared to each other,
happy
even in death

a bizarre and beautiful pair

grateful for you
...and careful

to kiss a shard of glass,
a healing wound

to lick the knife's edge and feel it's power,
exquisite craftsmanship,
cold metal
inspired to warmth under my tongue

transforming the water of our relationship
to wine red
in one deep kiss of your lips