Undertow Angels

Cathedral candelabras

strutted through my

ever-widening

periphery

in pinstripe suits

with spats and

winged tipped laughs,

to hide the fear

of the wrathful undertaker

with whom we played

peek-a-boo

until she grew

bored and yawning

in the twilight and

ended our games

of breathing.

Sighs at the back of the neck

made me want

to spill out all

the dirty things

I craved to do to you,

but I held my moan

inside my burning lungs

and let out a giggle

instead of

the lightning

sizzling in the ravenous space

between my heart beats.

In hiding winking mirrors

the electric steam boils,

we vibrate and twitch

with the aftershock,

death's undertow angel

hummed and swirled around my head,

and though I fought her,

straining my bleeding fingers upward,

grasping desperately for a hand to hold,

mixing molten energy and cosmic chemistry,

I could not

silence her scream

that cast us down,

drugged and dragged us underground,

never to sing again.