Plum Blood

Plum Blood
By Erin L. George

I am an angel
but my blood races
black
and red.

I’ll steal
cloudy covers
from your cloudy
perceptions
of my ashen wings
head ring of gold
running
eternally round
your misplaced kisses.

Lock down
your harp
for I’ll seduce you
with mocking charm
between Jupiter
and the man on the moon
dancing
frenzied past
your trusty cries.

I am a demon
Blood-melted snow
white
and turquoise.

Hand me
your Stratus
(make it Cumulus)
to cover
my bare breasts
in a starry sheath
soaring
curiously past
your hardened lips.


Give me
your violin
for I’ve written a song
sweetened
in sugar swiped
from my heart
after Sunday mass
in the courtyard.

I am a cherub
muffled peccadillo -
blood running
purple gray.