Thursday, March 27, 2014

Angel Brings What Is Desired

Angel Brings What Is Desired

Tell me something I don’t know, Angel

Did it hurt
I mean, when you fell, did it hurt

Would you like coffee
May I treat you like a lover

Where is your body anyway
That isn’t your body

Where are you in this tumbleweed
of light

In what language will you speak to me
Why are you here

Angel, I don’t know if I am in a place
to hear what it is
you have to tell me

Do you have to

Can’t we sit here like this
a bit longer
my pupils shrinking and
shrinking to hold you

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