Writing with an Angel Feather Quill
Tomorrow I will write you a poem,
speak of God, and polish
both our halos.
But tonight,
tonight, I will paint pictures
of past lovers
on strangers’ faces,
dine on awkward flesh,
and run into the arms
of friendly devils
courteous enough
to offer solace
from angry gods.
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under cloudless skies
Absorbing moonlight on still waters in the dark of night
sleep drifts in on a slender reed before the morning tides.
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Angel Blessings to once and future ash.
We always seem to, as you put it
dine on awkward flesh
in our search for halos. Loved it!
ah max. i loved this line especially, "i will paint pictures of past lovers on stranger's faces"
brilliant. i have missed your words. :)
very nicely done -
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