MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

52. Redeemed

You talk about redemption and you evoke blanched lily-doves
Kiting aloft in the upside down naval sheet_
To you; redemption doesn't harbor a whip of reprimand
Or a pair of leveraging eyes beating my dignity down the devil's socket

In your cursive July letters_
Redemption carries thoroughfares of restored faith across the curbs of truth's eventuality
Redemption swathes your chest with grown trees of pears
Smelling sprouting security, I never felt my earthling's skin refuge in
Singing berries of blessings carrying your ears to purity choirs; I never had the chance to tune in
Redemption_
You describe it to me with such devotion
With grace embalmed in the very bead of tear you bid on my barrow,
The very gentle salt sap you wash my face with

The visage stained corpses of your first memory of this girl;
My kisses_
Warps of my bottom lip's wreath I riddled on your cheek;
Busted mottles of love, my love
My lamenting sing-song bird
with no assonance left in your cinereal jugular from above the stoned mead
I weaved...weaved !
With no mind to their settlements, the claims they had on my thought-to-be-mine life

Negating, making amends for their ends
For the sake of having you call me
On Sundays and every other day the sun has been known to spring aflame in
A three syllables sound; that is my name
my sacred summon
The only thing giving meaning to my entity
You utter it and spirits spring like cello's string of living lightnings
Had been set gleaming in the beacons larceners of light had smothered with misgivings hands;
Tottering me in blindness gasping despair like a deliverance extremity
Walking off the edge of the precipice
All for loving you and the wishes of braiding the locks of my darkness
soft tresses in the heat of your daybreak

Now asleep dimness waist-length and unredeemed
I serve my purpose in a trim, lowered wood-jail
In punishment for sparing my heart more pleasantness than it deserves;
A July love, my love
But all the while was worth the suffering
For if I suffer for an agony greater than punishment itself
For if I taste the sweet shade of venom before it kills
I'll be more than a hostage hoping to be released
I'll be summoned to redemption
His mouth yealding my name through daybreak

13/7/2023