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.