Love

Within the lips 
And sweet embrace 
Of dying embers 
On her skin, 
Came a light 
As pure as sin 
That shone brightly 
In her eyes. 
In pearls and oceans 
Of deep marine; 
The blue of her soul 
Swam. 
Damned with lust 
And eager love 
The pumping of 
My heart 
Rang. 
Delicate porcelain 
Coated skin 
Softly draped 
In an aura of delectable 
Dreams 
Drove my longing 
Bursting at the 
Seams. 
You sang to me in 
Melody, 
Not with words but 
In Tragedy, 
Of everything that 
Haunts you. 
Compositions 
And omissions 
Leaped from your tongue 
Like the aching song of 
A mockingbird… 
 
Soaring from within you. 
 
And at last glimpse of your failing wings 
I came to understand 
That Angels don’t need feathers 
To fly; 
 
And happiness 
Is on demand.

my featherless friend