tj antley

Ada

Woven

Mascara-whipped lashes wore lessons
On descending caresses
Cast careless
Whispers scented in secret
Veils
This canvas heart
Pulp fiction beneath black boots of the presence
Pending
The stare declared
Descent 

Fallen like her perfumed
Panting grace
A grimace gripping grave
Deceptions
Passion paved the parted
Path 

Wore crystalline callouses
Calling cathedral conviction
Downward like sun
Hung in ribbons
Silhouette sighs
And thigh level sanctity

Cradled the gift
Of eternal down comfort
Feathered
Embedded
In bloom

 She wore honeydew mornings
Carelessly
Honeycomb feet hung
Noose perfect
A hand on the branch
Divinity
Coming fire just a licorice thought
In an anise garden
Blooming 

December embers
Eclipsed hours like rainbows
Stripped bare to the grey
Fanned and frail
Like a laceration
Wrists convinced into remission
Panicked beneath moist lips
Kisses like lead at her heels
And an ocean of sin
In embrace

Beyond the bare clouds
Of her sequin skin, stroking
The amnesia of determination
Denies the distant longing
Haunting the fine edges

The slim lines
On her hands;
Her hands were water
Boiling
On my chest
The serpent hissing
Again
This is not deception 

Fallen stars hit atomic
Atmospheres
In suicidal revolution
Toes bleed, raw, out of place
A step towards desire
Leaving weeping tendril lace contrition
I kissed her in a free fall
Before she came undone

A wraith, wrapped, weeping
Weightless sorrows
Claiming banquets from her lips
Hollow hips wither
On dull rotten fences where perches
Condemn threadbare shackle-wings
Eternities passing like visions, fleeting
Dust on lovelorn letters
Ink overturned
Tongues thick with intention
I turn as every heathen must 

Soft, she drowns shallowly deflated
Home now just a tragic angled door
A brass lock she’ll never see
The key a brazen finger
Tracing her ribs
And crossing her heart 

Recollection fading cotton in the
Too bright sky
Dove’s hands clawing
Arthritic reminders of solitude forged
Determined 

Should damnation allow
I would linger like gauze burning
Embers on the air grasping
Lifting her past tangled transgressions
Into grace
Fading to dusk
But embraces lie
Like convictions 

Lost glances chancing paradisiac entrances
A paradigm purgatory pleading
Contrasting coastal salt saturnine skies
Against shivering refractions
Outside
Where the angels don’t die
They descend