A Prayer to the Angel of Death
if we must fall together
riding a desperate arc like cursed lovers
if at last your hands find the bones stretching my flesh
and lift bruises across me
like breath blown on a mirror
don’t let your silver shoulders cut my hands
don’t spill this city on me
this architecture of black feathers
don’t let me hide and heave against you
like an angry moon
don’t let the simian night
shatter the window and dance my dreams into rags
don’t let me slide from your limbs
your soft wrists pressed against the constellations
as I fall through the lonely atmosphere
clutching the jagged stars
