There Must Be An Angel
Divide me into you so we may rise
above the mirrors a hand encrusted
into the starred heavens for the multitude
of angels beneath and fluttering
as the hand of some other goddess
rouses you through me: there must be
an angel playing with my becoming
yours heart containing us calling out
Venus Verticordia rises vast over you.
Place before the obstacles our devotion
be deep set within you even and with
longing drawing you away elsewhere.
In you there must be an angel to stop
the manifold pain since you must suffer
To deserve joy. You and I will set free
the fluttering of wings to waken the
Day for a multitude of angels invades
your rooms turning them to light as
Your murmured song breaks free
and I’m thrown and overblown with bliss.
“Do,” you say, “for you are on top.”
I know you’re changeable “Tongue-trace
me, with honey-sweet grape clusters,”
you command. Sweet-darting love
And I think that as a chevalier you should
come with yourself and stay a while.
Come with the sun’s orb with all
the stars in your eyes is your mouth.
Visit. Set yourself as watchman against
my slander but come or not yet come
without your letter when the writings
are due. If I am to profess, bridegroom
If I am to rule from above from under
me you can rule and make yourself
willing pour the pent up want for I
can only burn dressed, or in my bed.
Divinity be there wrapped bending your
mind to love ligh fingertips open your
lovely lover, gracious, kind, when will I
overcome your fight? If I could lie with you…
Omnipresent omniscient matter reigns dissolved and formless
for long placed in mercury’s bath the universal solvent will
soon our skin transmute its layers beneath pulsates our blood
stopping and not stopping and before long be transfigured. Works
and days and time and sound the first is last ascending voice yours
this choir giving tongue to matter that is soft and dark like wrath
in throat rent by sudden soundless scream. Harmony begins
and follows the putrefying movement of death and rebirth
the wheel’s rotary motions are backwards turned. Return us to
creation’s reign here so this moistness may again become.