Impregnable Owl

I thought about you eight hundred times in the hours

Is it always going to be like that

The different ways a soul naturally reacts

To another

I could feel your shrapnel before you ever told me

You had been to wars

I could see a common marking

In the accumulation of skin and sighs

Inflections like barbarism or conviction

When one faces crucibles in eyesight

Staring at life beyond the boundaries

The tripwires of divorce, the midnight roads thundering

I could see the deliberation like manna

I was so hungry; your hunger

Made me believe I might have found someone to eat with

To carve that marrow and swallow

Hard in the gut

Like an atomic bomb

Rebounding the demons imprisoned

In the meltdown of a thousand and one god damn stories

Ending in the start of one with you

The tipping point where faith gets personal

That this was possible, God might be more than fairy tales

You might have hoped just as hard

I might look like redemption

From ghost after ghost spawning from the scythe of your tongue

Slicing in the curves of your hips piling

In your thirst for shelter in the darkness

I was trying to be away, to not remember what you made me feel

In all the absence of that the comparisons mount

Wondering how you could so easily appear impregnable

Feeling your divinity flutter like owl wings

Away into a New Orleans darkness

That makes me feel like the hungriest bastard

In the pile