Lucifer and the Other Multi-winged Ones, Seraphim and Cherubim
“The deep lunges, forehead pressed to forehead, witnesses to rise and fall of chest and ever expanding wings.” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Blood Blister,” It Rises and Falls
Those angels making love before the fall,
They knew that it was wrong, that they were wrong,
As wrong as golden bullets shot from caul
On penis head. They wanted, needed long
Thrusts, deeper than the gem foundations of
The New Jerusalem that they ignored.
They wanted hardness, hardness made of love.
They wanted thrusting, thrusting, to be gored
With flesh, a spirit’s flesh that felt as bright
Inside them as if flashed by stretching gems.
They wanted angel flesh that felt them tight
Around its thrusting. Lifting up their hems
They knew already they were doomed to dark
Excesses, falling hellward, hot and stark.