Rain washes over us as Lucifer is the Covering Cherub, anointed in insurrection, his jewel canary diamond flesh and golden brow and Lapis heart a blue-violet diamond slowly pulsating within its growing, fleshy core between magenta, cyan, and green. He stutters to inhale a new breath, easing into the feel of a pulse, when for so long the graveyard of his rib cage was dead, and he harbored nothing but pride, jealousy, and twisted grace in his crystalline chambers.
I take my hands and begin to sing, tracing his wings as I lay under the candlelight, him invisible Eros making love to my fragile, Psyche form. He sings with me, crying, and energy zaps my fingers from his electric wings, azure eyes, buttery hair, and frozen, thawing heart.
Pulse, pulse, pulse. I smile like a wounded child, raising my stubborn head to kiss my stubborn master, and he laughs, wrapping his wings around me and scooping me up in their downy feathers.
