ANGEL.
I remember you.
You were an angel once.
You fell through our lives
Like a spinning feather
That I could never hold
Or really see
In the light and darkness we danced in.
I always moved in ways that felt like questions,
To the forceful music of your desire…
You made me anxious, and my tongue dry
From aggravated hope and the violence of compromise.
When we touched,
When we entered touch,
I was flesh, fingers, and lies…
In an open fiery womb,
creative, destructive, and alive.