Sin-Swirl

by Carmen Eichman

Tear touched leaf
tips beneath
weight
of faith,
fathomless,
ineffable,
at times
ineffectual
in occasional
sin-swirled
sweetness,
angels ignored,
fecund flesh
feasts until
late hour
heralds
raucous ghosts
circling,
dipping,
diving,
determined
to deaden delicious
dawn divine.