Fieri

May the best you have ever seen,

A doe, perhaps

Transform with wings and white bodice.

A cream gown, a feathered blouse,

Not too slim or weathered

But wise enough to see a truth

In her eyes.

Your hand, taken.

Your legs swim in her sea of Socrates.

Your hips dance with her life.

You are only a man holding a sentient frog

Whose eyes cradle the interest of your heart.

A statue of Lucifer

Locked in stone, chipped and cracked.

That angel was born with nothing,

But a pocket of stars,

Who could only whisper deceit.

Now, her words are hard to follow

Like the shadow of a child.

A blood soaked blanket sits beside me.

I cry.

A lily, halo, golden sceptre

And a marble knife.

I count the lives I have lived

Until my eyes slip into the black sea, goodbye

Hello.

I wake with the sound of the waves,

Like a thousand harps playing my name.

Feathers form where flesh once lay

And the scent of the clouds cling to me,

A faithful virtue or a divine trap?

Come sunrise on this holy place,

Tell the gods I wish to escape.

For now I cannot breathe,

My hands turn to stone, my tongue is black.

My wings burn in the inferno’s embrace

Through ashes of purity remain.

I am the last angel,

The light of another day,

Born from a dying star.