Open arms

Thou ‘briniest of temp’ thy ‘heavenly body’ humbles me knees

Bereft of ‘mortal core’ gasp is ‘realities fracture’ of sight

‘Salted the breeze’ in your ‘purple seasoning’ of an absent psyche

I’ve died, visited heaven, then returned to ‘angelic light’ yours

I crawl as ‘fragment of self’ in ‘Jupiter’s brine’ of Jovian ring

Meteor my ‘shattered moon’ as planet, as ‘fazed colour’

Venus ‘bows in curtsy’ I eye as my ‘Icarus wings’ melt

‘Lint of stardust’ my existence for ‘myth of Omega be your halo 

You grin in ‘crucify of soul’ in ‘tempest flame’ burns my heart

My gasp ‘suspended in eternity’ for I’m dead in your ‘open arms’