Ornamental Cherabim

Ornamental Cherubim

We lie inelegantly on
the dust coated table top
smothered by a limp balloon,
thin wire necklace cord
cutting through baby plump wrist
and unfurrowed brow.

We see nothing but gold
wobbly reflections in the
curvature of a shiny tin bucket.
Eyes half-closed, smiles
beatific, in abject boredom
we say and do nothing.

Our backs ache from constant
flatness, pressure sores eat
at our tender flesh. Arms stiff
in serene repose, feathers
mangled, our purpose unheeded
immobile wings crushed.

How we long to grace living
room walls, aim heart arrows high
at those who lack love. Twin harbingers of
sweet whispered messages, sent
swift, but with gilt wings clipped
we must stay pinned.

Oh to take flight, once again in
love's slipstream, embrace the heady
skies of romance. Looping loops,
barometer plummeting, airways
pulsate as we seed Eros clouds
with passionate rain.

Electrical charges split heavens
asunder, Cupid's nectar, lightning
and thunder drips down breasts of
would-be lady lovers to pool and
swirl at their clotted cream feet
in puddles of desire.

We miss the machinations
of ministering to fools blind
to amour. Instead we languish
dusty, forgotten, unable to fly
our plaster hearts broken
match-makers no more.