I’ll die now, like this, a godless animal on your bed,
spent, emptied head,
as the kingdom crumbles on mounds of dead.

The sun shines like a threat, but you glow like a promise
in the shadow of the window–give me this last kiss
again, again, against blood, its pooling abyss

kills the earth and I’m desperate–taste my skin,
take my sin, transfigure my sweat, begin
your lips to dream again the swell of heaven.