It started with a sultry smile,
her eyes set in jade looking deeply
into the clock of my love,
lust came unfrayed, and sleepy
was my mind, calm my disposition:
our two bodies synchronised,
I started the ignition, drove her
home, sat her atop a supernatural throne.
She unclammed herself, I fingered
the throng; unclapsed the fabric
to angel song. Some call the body wrong,
some say that angels weep, and sick
is the vessel: seven-fold pale-green sin, carnal crime:
but as midnight came she chimed twelve times
and her keeper let me in.