My Angel

Morning light cascades over his face much like a forgotten memory under
Lock and key.
His sweet scent sends a shivers down my spine as small beads of sweat
Roll down my face.
His cheek sticks to my skin as I hold him closer.

He is an angel; just not one with a halo
And not the kind with wings.
Indeed he is an angel
Not one from the heavens,
One that has fallen from grace; one to which we should bow down.

He can have the world and more,
But he said it’s not what he’s looking for.
He can claim my soul and he can have my heart.
But still he says no.

His smile is like the autumn,
A perfect dying day that fills one with such exuberance that it seems
To good to be true.
But it’s no illusion.

He does not fear my demons,
And he does not fear the truth.
Instead he embraces it as if it were a perfect spring day.

Crawling up beside me, he whispers in my ear.
I can take you to the night side of Eden.
And out of your blue.

Then he pauses,
Shutting his eyes longer than a standard blink
And says:

You are my angel
Although you don’t bare wings
And you don no halo
I am lost in the ocean of your eyes when I see them,
And your voice of bells calms even my roughest storm.

As a reply, I take him into my arms, and find myself lost in his gaze.

Their can be no cure for my endless
Pain
Only when I am with one such as you am I whole.
And though my body is like a road taken by few,
I feel too used to be loved
By an
Angel.

He hands me the key
And I hold it only for a moment.

Then we silently put ourselves away.