Ugly Eagle

To think I’d be an ugly eagle
Turned phoenix
Through pleasant burning,
Fasting in austere, unholy ways,
Desire and kindness saturating,
And those constellation pings
Of melody behind your glasses
Sparking me to life.


And this place is

Melodious
Galactic
Citrus-sweet
Beautiful
Incandescent


To think you’d be the bell
Who gentled the griffin
Gargoyled in the castle of ever after
Only to find talons in your spine—
Just now to hold the rose together,
Together with a girl in auspicious red,
A Juliet who’d failed to die


And this time is

Renaissanced
Crystal
Unimagined
Sexy
Profound


To think you’d be a phantom
But fully alive,
With pure white gloves
Slicing the zebra-streaked ivory
With raindrop strokes
Lacing broken angel eyes


And this moment is

Dynamic
Adorable
Black-brimmed
Lyrical
Tied