Holy

By Avery

I wanted his eyes to be glass
animated with only the movement
of her drifting hair and dress
and his
untouchable
immaculate
purposeful
indefatigable green glee
Petal soft light
serves to make
tinsel halos
nestle
cockroach-like
in their hair
Pitting his
silvery
metal-light countenance
against her own soft rose
He can feel her heartbeat
so fast
like a flock of starlings
and lo
and behold
there are streams of fluttering cardinals
poaring from her chest
and mingling with
her last forget-me-not breaths.