The Just

...And twinned by soul lake
The ground was ice beneath her buttocks

He saw flowers in the stone
With carnivore heads
Figures and beasts in the cracks
In lonely strand wall

The terrible sound of night
Was the beating heart of a woman
Yearning chains over ankle and brain

Statues walked free of thought

And light spriralled beneath his gaze
Glass shattered from a stray thought
Stirred from the bowel depths of his hell
The mind  split in two in contention
with itself

Angels stepped free from the Paradise island

Devils draped in hermaphrodite danced

Words syrupped from the lips of a woman
he no longer knew
Oil weeped from the ears
Myrrh from the mouths of Babel's children
Fire in the eyes of strangers
Thorns in the breast, in the heart

She crept free from a spot
By the shoreline where he'd plotted
his own death
Mounted the skies to his bed
Melting ice through his window
Drunk with the blood of his thoughts
Draping her breasts
Flesh her flame
And with her, Death, came
The silent awakening...

In a dream a misted isle
A low valley, a temple in ruins
And a woman oil black head to toe
The soul for so long in waiting
To take him inside

The light filled his room
A bird singing
Slow shifting wing
Wallowing love in her throat

For a moment it was as though the wind had ceased to swirl
The body above the mattress like ice and eyes never to open
again...