A Cherub’s Spring
A Cherub’s Spring
By Maryam Hedayat
Spring’s romance
Bursts from early February
Cupid’s wings emerge from the clouds,
Tracing the birch trees.
The cherub laughs in silent delight,
To watch the fawn and the fae-
Bathed in light.
Two heads rest on one another.
Collapsing between the crevices of their shoulders
Shifting, slipping, stirring against coarse skin.
He raises his bow,
And shoots out from beyond the skies.
Down below,
The pair looks beyond with closed eyes.
The arrow hits.
It twists into the lover’s flesh,
Unraveling ribbons of red, shed with broken bone,
Like ink upon a pen
He wavers and slips
To death’s
bed.