19 January 2009

My Angel

Sinking into my soul
The love she would give me
She said yes when I asked her if she would,
My sweet angel stayed for a while
Her skin bathing in the moonlight

She is far away now
I need a phone call
I need to hear her voice
Taste her words
A raven beauty
The angel that haunts my soul

Her eyes black as a moonless night
Hands given from the Gods
Calm my wounded heart
The red taken from her
The blood drained
Sculpting a body of porcelain
All alone, we lay intertwined

The movements of her hips
The softness of her lips
The love in her heart

I miss my angel


Christopher Chapman 2009 ©

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