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heavenly, virtuous, divine
by Emily Davidsongraceful
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
on which he shines his light 04/01/2007 Posted on 04/02/2007
Copyright © 2025 Emily Davidson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 04/02/07 at 04:28 AM WOW! What a great visual. I love the idea of seeing where his angel's wings should be. Really good title, too. Nice job, Emily! :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/07/14 at 01:34 PM you've an incredible gift of painting a scene, and suspending it twixt heaven and hades. |
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