Metaphysics Of Love Poem by Stefan Markovski

Under an iridescent rainbow of spices
shipwrecking through the air
under the eaves of Andromeda
awaits a portal
whose path is through the flesh of
the newly arrived in the country
that no one tries to conquer.

The guards in the sky
agree that your angel
tastes like rose
someone's falling wings
are sending their regards
to the planet that eats its
unconceived children
impatiently waiting her deathtouch
or your nose
and your fingers
pining for holy spices,
god's dusts.