aerials

a celestial war raged
as stars barricaded themselves
in symmetrical militant procession
opposing the purpling morningtide

the sky spit forth the clouds
and with it, the moon
leaving itself barren, desolate

my eyes, now wet with brine
held and caught your glare
illuminating this now velvet backdrop

yet no solace was evident
in the firmament this morn'
but two sharks teeth, your eyes
void and emotionless

and i stood apprehensive
in complete darkness
as your hand reached down
from behind the trembling stars

with skeletal grip
impeding breath
you held my thorax
until my throat burst
thunder and lightning

and i vomited thrushes
hidden deep within my belly

simultaneous, they took flight
your spirit, juxtaposed

a disconsolate sketch

of atriums and ventricles

ascending
Heaven.

© Susan Marie 2008