an old poem

this came up in conversation on facebook... I wrote this 20 years ago

Alight

I, curled tight,
buried under blankets
as if the brooding earth,
respond
to the slow dawn
unfurling,
stretch, breaking open:
a shoot from the seed
serpent from the shell.

Sunlight
(warm as spooning on my back)
pierces me,
busts through my split hull
and out
my belly
low,
spreading into a sheer skirt
illuminating my labia.

Nails graze my spine,
a drawn out sigh,
caress of sunlight
illuminating my body.

Witness
the seraphim rebirth:
tripled wings erupting
slow motion unfurling;
screaming
as shoulder blades
cut
my back &
wings burst through.

I rise from my bed with the sun.
Demonangel darkness is
another shade of light.