heavenly, virtuous, divine
04/02/2007 02:12 a.m.
graceful
at six foot six
with light eyes;
he smiles
and you can see the sun shine
through his pores

he is heavenly, virtuous, divine

i swear sometimes
when we lie in bed
and he puts his back to me,
i can see the wings
grow from his shoulderblades

but i am iniquitous and villainous,
my vindictive heart
like a mouse trap

i represent the shame, the scandal,
the devious seduction
and he shines light on me