Poetry · Writing

Angel of Mine

chances are, you’ll find me in my dreams-

marked from head to toe in beauty

and you’ll carry me to bed.

chances are, if you don’t come,

I’ll find you- never truly rest

without your voice coaxing me to sleep

counting sheep.

you’re a blessing with those eyes-

petals of an opening tulip

your grace is a tidal wave of beauty,

hard to fall asleep with that image,

never waking from an embrace only described in scripture

she’ll find me.

pitter-patter across diamond tiles

she’s calling me

and I’ll come in a hurry

flurry, leaving traces of presence like the past

but I’ll wake up.

trying to reenter the door, revolver

blocked- I’ll be back tonight

it’s the best part of the day


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