Leaving Guardian

Often I bid angels go at sunset, Often I prefer the kill, Kill of plastic face, Kill of child's toys burning, Burning sleeves, Burning like Paris in my tongue, Tongue fluent in sweet apple, Tongue inwardly moves; Moves consciously, Moves apart, Apart from slits, Apart from her— Her miming ways, Her existence; Existence at impasse, Existence survives moments, Moments still are timeless, Moments to come— Come by her nature's sways, Come even in the setting — Setting weights, Setting down of our pallor — Pallor, its closing... Pallor— I have red tears in my eyes, Eyes left and right, Eyes cut out by diamonds, Diamonds in pieces, Diamonds a bride's glory, Glory muzzled in tales; Glory runs— Runs on fumes, Runs ajar, Ajar secrets, Ajar faith; Faith loves the glass, Faith willing— Willing even as stars cross, Willing dance, Dance of twirling hair, Dance like finger's shadow near skin; Skin succumbing, Skin chained— Chained walks, Chained to flowers, Flowers that slink, Flowers tearing against horizons— Horizons touching, Horizons blinding, Touching Blinding