Janine Campbell - Bone Carving

Within our bones, <br />there gleam shards <br />of ancient secrets. <br />Iwi whakairo, <br />mirrored visions of <br />the sky, earth, sea, <br />the realm between these worlds. <br />In the mystery of our touch <br />we sculpt our sacred amulet <br />with knives of passion. <br />A storm on the horizon, <br />our breath catches, <br />in dark and tangled hair. <br />Tense flesh beholds infinity <br />this instant of aching delight. <br />Gathering, coming, <br />releasing, then descending <br />Whispering, we merge <br />our bodies, our bones <br />carved together, <br />He tirohanga ki tuawhakarere <br />A remnant of ages past.<br /><br />Janine Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bone-carving/