Angles aligned as I was looking away.

Now I, returning to myself, find

a gravity, pulling at every part of me.

Even as the force of feathers stings,

Angels lean in, and sing:

“Don’t sin”

Denounce bright light, slip down, nestle in;

Enticed by the beat of blackened silk wings.

Via the dark path of the deadly dance, I’ll bring

immensity, intensity; the lover’s best scene.

Devils lean in, and whisper:

“Don’t scream”