Marseilles

Marseilles, I
saw his wedding band across the room.
It remained a light through God's
cupped fingers.
I, frenzied, beneath them
threw myself against His
heavy palm;
Against His iron sunset-
though I shall not battle long.

Marseilles, I
tried to find the colour in the colours.
Never could I bleed my grey
into your fragile fabric.
The skin across his bones was
taut, a trampoline of hide;
And I launched myself
before I yet could fly.