Communion

[critical mass]

Aish

Can't add much to what has been said.

I think once. in the opening lines is implied, or maybe the number doesn't matter.

You asked me
gently, in the dark


favorite lines.

with every waltzing breeze past youth.

anchor thick in the ore of chaos

I bury my dead in you

cracking our communion rib

All very original, good images, and poetic to boot.


cheers
David