your arching body holds me in captivity
i am hungry for the thrashing you visited upon the angels
swiftly forming your mouth into song
i hear the words that we’ve known all along
the noose is strung around that branch
for now is the time to leap into the dance
and invoke a renaissance of laughter
the young bride discovers her sexuality is fluid
fertile like those beautiful gardens
hung like skyscrapers
among twisting tunnels of burning paper