subtext

angels walk masked and hooded

through the city streets searching

for a place where they can breathe

like clouds love’s sadness moves

and shifts shapes across a silent sky

until lost in our thoughts and desire

we’re trapped within self-mockery

what we think we do grows vague

within an undeserved righteousness

so we build a prison from our hearts

stripping sinews for chains which pulse

a form of love loose fitting yet safe

as if time and frightened patience

were enough to redeem the day