Matrimony

She comes as a way of life
With intentions known to me
Yet softly mystifies as night
While she blankets my thoughts with soft conviction-

She causes me domestic dreams
Reverie in the lights of a gas station canopy
The children gather and the wolves leave
Bringing the money changers back with my apologies
And she, an articulation of all these things
Unsheathed, unfrightened, lying here beside me
On a flatted throne in a household aristocracy

A coalescence of yearnings
Like the gathering of warm lights behind my chest
That twist as if to spoil
Staring through a glass darkly
Into a home and a furnace and a mythology
Inside a man will meld with a myth
Become diamonds and decay

My parents lay down at the door hand in hand
A congregation of dusts
That come to my home-a house of medicines
A worship of attrition
To erode what has been left outside

In this your madness- find that shared illusion which empowers

-Apes Blood