Heartstorm // Angelsong

Is this the calm 

before the storm, I asked?

And then, an angel 

kissed my lips, so sweet 

and forceful like I was 

pressed underneath the weight of fate 

and stars turning above

my softly opening heart.

No, perhaps I shouldn’t ask,

should remain unknowing,

like the sun, waiting to pierce

the veil of a clouded grey sky.

You see,

every heart is terrifying—

not the angel’s repose—

for the heart is vaster, wider

than the circles that form their lips.

More intimate, unknowing,

crying out in sound 

upon beckoning sound,

like waves eroding 

the rocks gathered ‘round.

There are no winners

in love, said the angel, 

its lips departing from my own.

its storms erode you,

change you,

leave you 

open 

like a child.

And when the angel had gone

love echoed in my heart 

like waves smashing 

against stable rock—

is this trust 

or

acceptance?

In the end, the vast sea 

carries everything away.

But right now, in this life, 

an angel

kissed my lips; 

and my heart, like a storm

broke open into song.