i sit

patiently

off the sky 

and let

the high winds

kick my feet – 

below, 

the twee Earth echoes

eerie,

shrieky siren songs.

there is

a demon

by my side

singing 

and laughing

how he’s won

and a

choir of angels

with arms 

expecting my hold. 

what if

i miss them?

even worse,

what if

they drop me?

i debate. 

i hold 

my last gasps

for next time 

i talk

with Death Gods

i shall breathe –

under

my skin of leather,

my heart

weeps for shy shepherds.

my friends

wait for me

to select

their guild

to fly with

for the night,

either 

grim apparitions 

or their

obverse sanctity.

what if

they leave me?

even worse,

what if

they love me?

i digress.