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
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
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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