Hazards

There, my love, help me take off
my armour, all tarnshed

with old scars and lost blood of innocence.
It aint mirror-like, this
but then, perhaps it is.

Here, my love, let me take up
your chain, broken links

with arrowed heart and fire of new knowing.
It aint peaceful-like, this
but when, perhaps it will be.

I saw him again today, my boy,
in the yucca leaves painted
Tardis blue, my love.

We shared in brief dimension,
through the portal to the garden.

The world is eclipsed, turning
but these moments are ours
and we must lift our eyes
to see.

Allowing the only subjugation to be
one with love.