divinity

-ii-

she lies in tangled sheets,
skin thick with sweat and and pollen,
breathing spring through swollen lips and
counting heartbeats that ring like drums;
reverberating through her mind.

sunlight warms her body,
stretched languidly beneath the
thin reprieve of euphoria and her hair
shines sidereal in the golden rays,
drawing attention from the constellations
he once traced over hip bones in a
wet-thighed surrender.

-vii-
he is moving constantly;
dragged down by the undercurrent
of certainty that stains his knees blue
beneath the artificial bulbs of public restrooms
he uses to escape the solidity of being.

he is tied to her with broken strings
and grey swirls. he is in her breathing;
in the strength of her soul as it cowers from
his touch, unwilling to be drawn into
the empty space between his fingers.


-iix-
they were a perfect circle,
complete only by third in their embrace,
but he has glued his fingers
and his eyelids; ignoring the
caress of her burnt our bones against
his better judgment.

they were the elements encapsulating
god; but divinity is elusive and his
wrath inescapable. they are hidden now,
visible only in the breeze that carries
the birds from her hair and the
glint of gold beneath the birdsong.