Closing Windows

We are on the window lattice,
holding throbbing hearts in our hands.
Moonlight-painted faces, as cold as
dreams twenty two thousand leages out of reach -
Adam and Eve revelation; we are
nude and plastered by the city lights.

He says that he feels daunted.
I breathe ice and renege faithfulness and he
said, he said he watches me while I soak
in emotion, in the words of strangers.
He said he wants me unpainted, he wants
my poetry - I said that he

I say that I love him.

Rose petals are not the wings of angels,
but the blood of demons covering our Jesus-feet.
We tred side to side on the balcony,
thunder flaps in the curtains and I know
that all he wants is to become fig leaves.
Cover me, lover. Crush me.
You never fail to hold me down.