Rendering Eros

Rendering Eros

 

    Cracking straight, the crimson keel of his finger
    Slides vertical,
    Down the dying throat,
    Bent thrush to the doorway’s swing;
    Sinews of his soul unfolding,
    Torn asunder,
    Torn to be torn,
    Viscerally pure—
    Passionate, stormy
    Like furies foundless
    Confined to havoc
    Amuck as fortune,
    Unrepentant and unchanged,
    Tumultuous as Time!
    Sweat,
    Bolted and accrued,
    He falls,
    Limbing to limb,
    Breathing to each breath-turn;
    Falling half-spun
    Within a foul cadence fierce
    In wicker credences
    Upon the dawn-lit sky,
    Bare and abominable!
    A sight,
    Bled false—
    Invisible,
    Tyrant…
    ***
    Terror slows—
    Horror coils;
    His eyes wed black,
    Blind to infinite chance,
    And the misery roughed upon him
    Consciously he becomes—
    The pillar’d fire
    Striking sobriety, ashy and mirthful,
    Concealing and casting
    Angelic images unseen;
    All widening forth as wicked fiends
    Dotting and sneering
    Into the hoary half-lights;
    Irreverent by mischief,
    Pressing about their indecent ways
    Into his strife-warm hands,
    These warring shadow figures
    Catching him as gentle as the day,
    And making him wrought by Chaos
    In the bright swirls of its most divine art,
    Sublime meditations, ethered,
    Under-toeing all—
    And he comets at the base of her feet
    With his body clasped
    To the stone and the carpet,
    Speckled
    With essence corporeal,
    The mercurial blood of a God,
    Dripping
    Cold, coolly silent
    Within the waking sun,
    Crimson-tided,
    Sacrosanct and strange.
    ***
    “Psyche,
    Breath to my beat,
    Beat to my breath—
    I do not know what infamy
    Becomes me,
    This thundering agony…
    Love
    That I was, that I am,
    Never touching the crisp innocence;
    Not freely, not ever,
    Does peace triumph,
    So easily
    Over that killing mockery!
    Zeus, the last of us,
    Woed me to be weapon,
    Bowed by black Hades,
    Crashing diamond fury
    Upon the threat of Gods unknown;
    And all perished then,
    The pull of his hands
    Felled to my defense,
    Starkly so,
    And his ruby red
    Offense met in full.
    Cold to coldness brimming,
    In Justice wallowed,
    I found the king of gods,
    Wounded and massacred,
    I dare say,
    By my own hand merciful
    Renewed.”
    ***
    Her beauty resting upon a scar.


    Beads of water shutter full,
    Tumbling off his face,
    As the warmth of her touch
    Keels the fear within his eyes;
    The seamless secret of her fingers
    Calming the ardent heart twisted.


    “You are forgiven;
    Fear not,
    And love forever.”


    The world collapses between the shakiness of their lips,
    Caught kingless,
    As they write divinity upon all that is broken.