Celestial Adoration
A poem
First I’ll be a thousand butterflies dressed in wing-powder pigments diffusing into a billion seconds of beauty the nectar of lust days in the sun drinking flowers conjoined in creation.
Two reveals Nuit her perfumed darkness a prism of radiant threads embroidered on infinite black velvet supine at her lover’s side diamonds born of their shared heart needled into night’s sky omnipresent currents merging.
I know it was worth the cost to be the fat green caterpillar and pale Luna moth worshiping the moon to death obsessed by dark opal.
Awakening I’ve forgotten When did I enter this avatar? How many rounds left? Making money at screens never moving save for fingertips or the gentle back and forth rowing of my lips buying a facade of health in clouds of suffocating whiteness.
Long ago I waited for someone a blacksmith who never came to take it from my ankle instead I learned to dance shackled ball and chain become me I drag myself wherever I go.
Now carry me to the bath of oatmeal remove the dressing wash the wound let it have some air while I sip black tea redress me with ointment and witch-hazel a bevy of cotton balls to comfort my eyes fold me into the fire of your rumbling warmth Hadit kisses so dark encased in the sheath of me nourish my fingertips with your ruptured dawn.