Before She Leaves

As a beacon it entered
Twirling a light summer’s joke
A fleshy corruption

In the blinding pause
Before the lights crawled out
I saw Jesus hovering from her bedpost

I was healed in this precipitous

It’s never welcoming to become a pint of god -
A collective everlasting shroud

But did hands alone decay my strange
Did ascetics spit me out

Average
Deranged

A vile vapor of morning coffee window

Something odd clawed here
Then sleep was whispered

Rejected

Stirring the yellows from the cobs of ocher clay
I crawled back with the light
Kissing her shoulder
Where she slept

Heaven is whatever I tell you
And I’ll tell you everything you never want to hear.

Reviews

[Alejandra Marie]

Oh, great ending. This poem caressed my cheek and then slapped me in the face. Very well written. I really like the use of light throughout. I think I'll probably be reading more from you. And probably come back and write a better review haha. It's really late for me. Bur overall, I enjoyed this poem and the feeling it conveyed. It almost felt like a tease or taunt, I think. :)....I'll come back.

[Perdition]

I'll leave a candle burning~ Thanks!