dancing with angelicandor
in the jam of your door
the ledge where your mercy was pledged
dancing with sweet cherubandon
at rim of your canyon
caldera where scarabs were hewn
these were the gold bezeled beetles
whose flight above babylon
offered us quintescent views
those whose wing filament flicks
gaves us glimmers of hope
we could hopelessly choose
to chase mirage pyrimads looming
the painflower blooming
our petal welt skin
still I stand mirror hands
clutching rose heart in the
casket we’re already in