I take in the fragrance of
my Lover
as He steps across time and space.
Drawing closer…
Kicking cornerstones out of His path,
clearing debris from the battlefield,
removing so much death and decay,
serving notice to any lingering enemy.
His movements are sure.
He communicates with the chaos around me
With a vibration,
All the time His eyes set on me.
The way is clear, but Oh! I want more.
I am demanding,
never satisfied.
He smiles at this,
His eyes are full of fire and delight;
a look, a shimmer, that my enemies dread.
I know now that look is only for me
Which terrifies them to their core.
This last whitewashed wall
insolently stands between my lover and me,
and even though I built this false refuge
with clay and rubbish and hair…
it’s become too great for me to raze myself.
The wings of this last prince jut out from the wall
a fly caught in a web.
As my Lover speaks,
just one frequency, one word,
this last prince shrieks something I will never understand
as he crumbles with the wall.
There is no dust, no pebble left;
my Lover completes the task.
He stands before me like fire and water all at once
His fragrance fills my senses.
Though I am filthy He never sees it
He only smiles and takes my hand, leading me
To the garden now overtaking this battlefield.
The windows of Heaven
are open to me,
as I lay down to rest I see them.
He points to each one and tells me what’s inside
and I realise they’ve been open to me the entire time.
He’s been waiting to show this to me
while I have been struggling through an apocalypse
to find true refuge.
