Faith

Parrying moonbeam,
he gleans me with eyes
accustomed to watching light
hemorrhage clean from his kill.

Alongside a breeze,
anvil of winds, dread-heavy;
with sillage of daffodil,
my sum of darkness
hunches into my carcass.

Extruded through his teeth,
fang-shaped pearls drowned with red wine,
my heart is
effortlessly
spilled;
a tedious feast
for a carnal-incarnate
I could never hope to fill.