from
the soft
unmarked flesh
erupts
the blackened wings
of one too many
trips
near the sun
of one too many
accidental
affections
of one too many
sanguine sunsets
spent surrounded
by surreptitious
soundings
singing
sweet surrender
into the sultry
abyss
of her
warm embrace

an angel
tarnished
by hellish desire
a demon
cleansed
by heavenly love

adoration
is an
abysmal ancillation

fly! fly!
find solace
in the warm drafts
of rancorous
defeat
ignore
the solitary dreamhell
of laconic
victories
edged
with the vociferous stench
of regurgitated
well meaning whispers
of whence forth
the curse
of hope
dribbles
down the lips
of fools

another
burnt feather
falls slowly
to the salted earth
of tomorrow’s
shadow