Fusion Poem by Ceri Naz

those were the binoculars
blended on a blind pocket
once kept, now shaped in rhymes
embroidered with riddles
of butterflies and flowers
where i wrote to my youthful years
the rainy days and sunny days in medley
the jubilation of milk and honey
of two-in-one is more than enough
to bear, to wear, to share
even and equitable on paralyzed nights
from the laments of remaining days and nights
to get there together
for US is one
in love.