Song of Songs [pt. 1]

Song of Songs [pt. 1] They built the girl Around a rib of want. It is her axis. She cannot see it, But she can feel its spear. Her eyes Look like they were exhaled. God wears fire, And her red mouth is his hem. I wrote this girl into a sentence of want, And now she will burn forever. You will open to this page Years from now And she will still be here, Her lips parted And her breath unbraided, Trembling inside the words Until the vowels shimmer. There are many like her, Caught inside a sentence, Waiting, waiting..... When the world finally ends, They will come so hard That their angels will break On the racks of their bodies.