This Hunt

By Georgina Yael Johnson

At opening of life and love we move,

let tongues trace this noble hunt,

lust leading over fearful traps

and now, beneath this silken sky,

the hunt is on.

Let small death die for greater life,

know sense

of sacred rite, honor hunts

from birth of bodies on...

to shudders of exploding light.

This hunt holds warmest subtle flow,

where life meets life, and freedom shows.

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