DIVINE COMEDY

Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Jun 2014

DIVINE COMEDY
 
i
 
in our individual hells
we spoke to each other.
you told me of your pain
and I wept.
                    above us, 
as we moved in our dance,
between the fog and
the phantoms, both of us
craned to see a little 
light, a pinpoint,
open to a wordless
              sky
 
ii
 
cool water that stings
the lips. cool air that
bites the ears. a mountain
top beyond reach. we walk
bent double, unable to 
look up, rock heavy on 
our backs, rope wounding
our skin.
               she stands
above us, smooth as 
immortal stone, her eye
wet, her face still. about
her head, an eagle
     soars. a rose blooms,
white,
          like crystal,
like fire
 
iii
 
the two of us lying,
entwined, alabaster
skin still in the moonlight.
 
      on the altar
a chalice, the pouring 
wine, the warm
bread offered from 
     the Most High
 
in the glass, 
      a red rose
murmurs, its petals
unfurled.
 
                above us,
a gathering 
        light