synchrony

the prophet and the archangel

I
The prophet, host of brown lockram eyes
and a lined paper mask of youth
but still a man, a still man of diseased trembling sleuth
a master who hides in the secret of me
begging and dancing with kindred ideologies
don't dare a question he won't answer
Silence is his verbosity
　
hording visions in your light voided shelter
your princess has escaped and you rot in her prison
with your make believe promise
and stained, cracked slipper
smoke and absinthe comforting your derision.
　
and I stole her kiss of you
more passion than creation
open and aching
brushed bark sweet with sap
a virginal breath for lungs collapsed
　
The shape of a prophet's mouth,
wide and blessing petals
his tongue pushing truth through my lips
wet eternity and slipping time
　
hands on my head, splayed in my hair
fingering my intellect
with every word he has written
one goodbye vibrating a day

 
II
The archangel saunters over sidewalks
on a thin paper glaze, skimming water.
He leaves no imprint
His words are old
repeating ancient predilections
fuming head in the fog
He cues the carnival songs
　
wings clipped, domesticated and dancing
in our mutual infection, stretched with sour guilt.
lust rips and scours a vessel unreleased
seed poisons your thoughts with bestiality
　
You, I've loved forever
we will take flight at mount megiddo
your hand on my breast
swimming up past the pyre
celebrating, fornicating
our hair braiding and dreading into each other's
so high we are close to the grave
　
where root and dirt fill the spaces between us,
falling in the crevice of our joined muddy mouths.
sealing cracks in your chest, my tormented plexus
sprouting weeds, fools will blanket in autumn
　
the guttural remains of our pride
spills and sickens our sensitivities
in the screeching bower of damaged souls
reeking of beauty and substitution.
　
　
III
So raise a glass, my Dearest angel, to the prophet of no speech
part your pardoned lips and drink each other's death of me
angel pours affliction into prophet's empty chalice,
professing love and leaving battle
for softer thought and weaker palette.