The Embrace of Heron’s Wings

by Anna Ruiz


The night opens
her cavernous eyes
swallows me whole.

I whisper ‘I love you’
your heart lying next to me
five hundred miles away
you turn to me with sunlight
in your eyes, say ‘This is our
sacred space.’

I lick my lips and taste your kiss.
You embrace me with heron’s wings,
I, the last red veil slipping off your shoulders,
you are my skin.

We ángeles vengadores
lay waste to the gods of separation.

Adam and Eve have never been wiser.


Copyright © 2010 by Anna Ruiz

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