Angel Wings

too often you torment these winding corridors of my beating heart spilling heaven’s breath upon thedelta springs of a new tomorrow you, me floating down these velvety soft ribbons of endless rippled bliss until the jagged cliffs reveals a sun-kissed waterfall like a serpent tongue, as it hissed and should I offer you these borrowed angel wings glistening under the amber-orange sun for that fleeting moment, would you come and fly with me?