Eden’s Embers

 

Three six in a line carved on a pump at the gas station

Abominations, the bodies of crows, striking the ground like bullets

Where the violet lays in a field of dead smog

A suit tailored for her groom wrapped around my throat

The moon melts and drips into the streets below.

 

As the pavement burns out

I peered over the edge 

and there was no hell

Her arm wrapped around my waist as we stare to the black sky

A puddle of gasoline washed our hair from its roots.

 

In liminal spaces we intertwine

From the ceiling above drips milk and honey

Fading to ashes as holes burn through our tongues

Signs from picket fences are shattered on the ground

To the right of my foot, a woman’s finger, diamond band and all.

 

But since we are here,

With needle and thread

We’ll sew my lips to yours

Under the streetlights in hell

Sparks rain and seep craters in heads.