My Beloved, I held him tightly in my arms

as he coiled and burst forth

like a summer seed

Into the fullness of his fruit.

I will tell you, he did not die

he lifted like a martial artist from his body,

great master of the art of soul

He did not die, I can tell you

because he did not die

in my arms,

He flew right through me

when he passed.

© Holly Blue Hawkins