Aspiration of Angels

I called that they might feel my pulse
Open the door to my desire
Untangle the twisted vines.

I already know the path
though that longing for the other
breathes through every pore,
constrains the beating of my heart.

The night air brings with it
an ancient cradle,
the wind sings a lullaby;
like a dervish
silver laughter
breaks the stony silence.

I imagine perfumed angels
transcribing the beat of hummingbird wings;
the cobra coils at my feet,
and I weep for the moon.

They hover
almost within reach,
whisper my destiny
passed down through the ages,
fleeting as Haiku:

Dewdrops shimmering
naked on cherry blossoms
preparing to fall.

The angels sing my fragility,
Call me by name
(from daybreak
to dusk,
and through this midnight hour)
to raise my voice in counterpoint.



Unharnessed
my lungs expand,
my heart stretches
as we tumble,
twisting into darkness,
the emptiness
like a serrated edge
between us,
and I fear the light
so white
I cannot sleep.