The poet, fierce and ever-changing, yet axiomatic
With a gentle heart she flows through the passing of time
She cracks my seams and reveals the glowing light of a smile
And holds me still in the here and now, static
The knight, her armor shining in the moonlight
A fateful night, a canon we write together still
She makes of me a dragon, free in flight
And holds me still in words, makes it all right
The priestess, holy, made in the image of god
Let blood run from my neck, a baptism in red
Her cross hangs from hips in blinding light as she creates desire
And holds me still in holy fire, makes me feel unflawed
The changeling, once shrouded in a mist
Ever defiant in the face of the known, now knowing me
Covering me in that same mist, a bite, creatures of the night
And holds me still in extol, a glorious fight
The fox, nine-tailed, cunning, exuding a voice like heaven itself
Flashes of pink and purple, his movements unfathomable
The warmth in our hearts like breathing fire, he makes of me an elf
And holds me still in fantasy, makes me love myself
The cat, a calmness I find within her voice, like purring
As hours can go by, our minds together stirring
A ravaging storm of intellect and art, she takes my brain apart
And holds me still in wonder at the workings of her heart
The artist, breaking moulds and painting stories
Creating constellations for us to dance between
The face of a dear friend now with love she is reborne
And holds me still in unity, never again to feel forlorn
This is my symposium, to love and all its lovers
She who loves and chases Eros is she who always discovers
This is my ode to that deep connection that can only be found within others
So take me, love, my dearest Eros, she who me with passion smothers
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