Veiled Glory by Dan Addington
This is a follow-up to my most recently posted prose poem, waiting for angels.
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another night passes. another day breaks. seeking angels, we walk.
she walks with us. she has always been one of us. but she has always been a rebel.
at dusk, she leaves us, seeking her own angel. she walks alone. she rests beneath a tree.
she sees them as they circle the sky. they observe her from a distance with knowing eyes. they go.
but one returns in the secret folds of night.
to him, she says:
come now, beloved. we are alone. i am beautiful in my painted silk. i loosen the knot that hides me from you. i let down my lovely hair.
shed your wings. rest them beneath this tree. and show me your hidden arms. lie down, beloved. lie down, right here. your right leg raised at an angle. your head resting on your shoulder. your lips slightly parted. your fingers penetrating the earth.
do this for me, beloved: close your eyes and imagine a silver flurry of stardust falling from the heavens upon you, upon us.
i am your sky. i am your sea. i am what is reflected in the mirror of your eyes. i am the silhouette of trees against the blueness of this moon.
i let my hair
into your face.
i am the unfurling of heat in your flesh. i am the taste of apples in your mouth.
your eyes are as black as the sea at night. you want this to be quick. i won’t let you move.
i listen to the silent clamor of your nakedness. upon my lips your breath is mist. against my breasts your lips move, speaking in secret tongues.
do not be afraid. i know how fast your heart is beating. touch this body with your pulsing fingers and beg them to remember this moment, when you craved the warmth of human touch, and received your wish.
this body is your garden, beloved. fill it with your seed.
against my sex, your sex is another angel. a dark angel who bends down with black wings, digs beneath the earth’s surface, then flutters back up.
how you humble yourself before me with tender pleas and ardent worships! together, how we chant, how we sing, how we scream!
i am the taste of apples in your mouth. i am the vessel of your seed.
and i am lust. and i am dust.
and i am your confusion.
and i am your fall.