The Reunion

THE moment approaches and a magnetism

Unseen tempts me along invisible coastal

Trails, leading me to your heart like a devoted

Pilgrim making his way towards a religious

Shrine. I am the weapon focussed upon the

Target; a bloodhound locked onto a familiar

Scent; a feisty carp who now yields to the

Fisherman's unrelenting barb. And then I see

You floating beside the Victorian entrance

Like an ethereal angel, an elusive segment

Of mine own self which yearns for a climactic

Amalgamation like the final piece in some

Fate-strewn jigsaw puzzle. Your two convivial

Arms reach out to embrace me like a swirling

Forest of Morrisonian greenery, your willowy

Tendrils dragging me into that saccharine

Abyss where I am submerged, willingly, like

An intoxicated honeybee caught in a flowery

Vortex. But stay the hand of salvation and

Leave me here to drown. Self to self; breast

To breast; heart to Heart.

© Troy Southgate