In passing – swiftly – he spied
The side of her face, one eye.
A tide of brown, light of hue
Surrounding the lidded isle of blue.
When no longer fixed were his eyes on this sight,
With paling face he pondered the clench
Of steely, bone-white knuckles on his gut
He sauntered, swayed, wobbled wary;
Bent, pale hands grappling with knees.
In the paralysing nausea he cast back a glance –
The blue-eyed angel had vanished.
In later light he saw her once more
And clutched her shoulders with menace,
Born out of fear she’d vanish into air.
She merely smiled. Her tender breath
Blew a light breeze onto his chin,
And abruptly – like lightning – he dreamt of sin:
Guttural, harsh, raw and unyielding.
In an instance their lips were as one.
And when in half-light they joined at the hip,
Her strangling blue eyes engraved in his skull;
Her staccato-like-breath stabbing his skin;
Her whispery hair like petals in wind;
Her red mouth sapping with drippings of sweat –
He lay more naked
Than ever before.
His fingers splayed, his palms open mouths;
His muscles taut as a barbed wire mesh;
His hungry grunts more carnivorous than beast’s –
He exhaled, inhaled
Breath of God.
She gasped; she sucked him dry
Till they fell, breathless and still
As an eagle’s feather from ocean-blue sky.