Homecomings

With midnight calling I spread my wings

to the arms of judging archangels ,

sitting between granite gargoyles.

The church bells are quiet now

expect for the whispering tenants  

that expose secrets in forgotten Latin

from the voice of tired Gods

in a noise only the horizon understands.

You’re in my chemistry

I feel you through are molecules;

the breath I take

I feel oxygen

pushing into shared lifeblood

My veins dilate from your electrified touch.

your resoluteness crashes through me;

my senses,

my body,

my will.

Soaring wings take me to the abyss

and I scream into the void.

She never answers in a timely fashion.

The north eastern wind tenderly

but forcefully blows on all four sides

of my true face when she kisses me.

I wait faithfully 

for unexpected homecomings.