From a Certain Angle

From a Certain Angle

Fly

From the TV a false preacher shouting a set of backwards psalms
Outside our window a backdrop of midnite city sprawl.
The castle we lay in, is 1000 feet tall
We cry out as angels, chasing devils as they fall…
We run the foggy moon sky
Touch to speak in tongues on high
Hold me close with ur inner wings
In one more breath…we fly.

Oshun

Oshun

where will Oshun find us again?
where will she lead the river to flow us thru green valley and metal

streams of satellites now our only kiss

Does my touch still reach you in this distance?
thru the warrior’s guild you wear

thru the pulsing lens of your sunset eye

how we use our powers again to bend time…

knight of blue fired armor

your iron glaive blazing a

streak of joy.
will it bring again the most lush syrup to drip from my limbs?

Here, I am a dry bark tree in sleep season, guarding from a cold frost

my heart is a harvest, as the yellow moon carries my seed
to color the warmth of autumn leaves

my mother gaze is impermeable in this mirror… I am a taskmaster trodding

Then I am a fierce queen alive, inside your stretch
when Oshun calls me…

Filling me with pearls and honey to moan our deepest stream…
our fire is coal smoldering, ready to spark into flame.

Dedicated to Oshun

Dedicated to Oshun.