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 Wild angel

 

His thumb through the belt loop at the back of

Her jeans, his hand telling the world they are

More than just friends and she loving every

Second of it. Belonging and being in love suits

Her well. For him, nothing short of magic, a

Confusion of wild angel and improbability who

blew in one night on a summer breeze and

Stayed.

 

Hard thing approaching an angel, hard to see

Passed the wings, but this angel had been hurt,

Her landing had been bumpy and he being alone

Badly needed someone to care for, when just at

The right moment paradise crashed into his lap.

 

Their love was instantaneous, but their pace slow.

He knew where he stood, but he also knew that once

He tasted the lips of an angel, earth would never be

Enough again and what of the angel, should he even

Touch her - did he have the right to touch her?

 

The answer to that question came oddly enough on

A trip to a fashion store. First it was the shoes, when

She let him hold her ankle for a long time before

Finally slipping the shoe into place and then, it was

The dress and the changing room, where a naked

Arm reached out and a hand grabbed him by the

Sleeve pulling him with some urgency behind the

Curtain.

 

The full-size rose-tinted, ever so slightly concave,

Mirror was sworn to secrecy on hanging and what

It saw it kept to itself. But an angel in love was

Something it had never seen before and probably

Never will again.

 

If he ever wondered why angels have wings he

Was about to find out, she came over him like a

Cloud, everywhere at once, lifting him up on wings

That appeared from nowhere folding invisibly when

He turned her round to face the mirror. She knew

She shouldn't be there, but so tempted was she by

This man and by the notion of love that it was too

Late to think, too late to change her mind. His hands

Were warm and oh so thrilling and having never been

Touched in this way before she couldn't stop herself,

She had to know more, feel more, explore more.

This wasn't the place, they both knew that, but right

Now anywhere was good.

 

Back home and back in the mirror, he discovered angels

Love mirrors, their glow is many times greater in a mirror

And his glow, a different kind of glow, was greater too.

It was then that she decided to stay - up to that moment

There was a window of escape back to the aether, back

To the glory of eternal life, a route she chose to ignore.

She watched as the window slowly faded away closing

For a lifetime, leaving her in the arms of a mortal, a price

Some angles would never pay, but this one did and did

She ever look back? No, I don't think she did.


 

© Joseph G Dawson






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