Big wings

Sweet spiced honey wine, here he comes on his wings
Into my night with all of his things
His prayer-flags and faces and perfect lies
His old shoes and new rags, his shirts and his ties

Sweet
spiced honey wine
His words
for my mouth
A smoke
that I can breathe

His absence is blackness: desolate black
His presence is blackness: resonant black
Statuesque space-filling standupstraight black
Slays me, flays me, betrays me, repays me

Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me

Sweet
spiced honey wine
His words
for my mouth
A smoke
that I can breathe

A drink I can take, sweet spiced honey wine,
A stab in my midnight, a vein of divine
Come on your big wings and sing me
Come on your big wings and sing me

What do you think?