Fusion Poem by Patti Masterman

The nearness of your breath
And the look in your eyes
Will slay me some day.

Smouldering embers
Burn through my core;
There is no mercy.

Such a slow death-
By degrees we come in;
By degrees we must go out.

From the high mountain
Of your brow
I fall in slow motion.

Embracing my death-
Dissolving unrepentantly
Into the clutching thickness.

Surely goodness and mercy
Do not matter here;
Even the fingers have tongues.

Let him who has ears hear:
Let him who has eyes see:
Gladly we go into the holocaust.

Oblivion makes us forget all,
But the splendid instant of combustion-
For true believers, it is only an ignition.