Minutes before the Angels quit their Jobs

Minutes before the Angels quit their Jobs

The celestial complaint department is overwhelmed today -

Another incident report: Those two, again.

Two humans keep doing that thing with their hands and

The looking and the breathing each other's air

Like it's not prohibited in subsection 6.9

Of the Ordinance of the Divine.

In the next couple minutes the violations will occur -

They'll forget how to blink too busy

Mapping constellations in each other's laughter,

They'll forget the rules - how close is too close,

How long a glance can linger before becoming a confession,

In the next couple minutes, the world will soften at its edges

Like a Polaroid left too long in the sun,

They'll forget who started this game.

In the next couple minutes, his mouth will find that spot behind her ear,

A place where all her laughter hides and he'll think

I like you more than I planned,

She'll drag her thumb across his lower lip

Like she's signing some unspoken contract

And when she thinks Fuck falling in love,

I fall in love with everything I see

So let me grow in love with You,

The surveillance angels collectively will groan

And mark it down as Excessive Tenderness, (come on!)

An emergency meeting is held

Gabriel's wings are literally smoking:

A Minor Infraction they were supposed to be

A cute 3-day mortal fling at most

Now look at them, building a religion whole

Out of eyelashes, shared breath and fingers crossed !

Meanwhile those two invent sacraments with their teeth,

Turning bedsheets into texts holy,

Laughing when thunder tries to scold them

Because her "let's make art instead of sense" sounds better

When you're drunk on someone else's heartbeat.

Perhaps a separation of 40 years

Of tragic pining and glances meaningful

Across crowded Parisian cafés -

It's too late. She's already found the freckle on his shoulder

That maps to the constellation of Andromeda-

This is clearly an Apocalypse.

Guilty of rewriting the gravity,

Guilty of making eternity look underdressed,

Guilty of the violence of emotions

(This one twice is underlined).

The sentence - thirty more minutes.

An hour. A lifetime. They win.

The angels start updating their resumes

Even miracles need coffee breaks.

And lovers? Oh, the story barely begun,

They keep being a reason why

No one's getting any celestial work done.