I want you to know, my beautiful angel-
That your wings are so sweet and delicate.
I've seen many feathered surfaces and yours, my dear, are by far the fairest.
The boys, they taunt you because you aren't too normal
One day you shed your rough skin of scales
For that of gold and purity
And I commend you for this, my Seraphim
Because you have saved me when in thorn
Crawling through the darkest of sands and desperation
Lifting me up with soft pillowy hands
And placing me on the highest of mountains
Surrounded by the comfort of trees of security
And you sprinkled your modesty upon my body
Kissing my neck with transparent lips of dancing delight
You picked me up and dusted me off with a blissful blow
And although I cannot see your face, as you glow light a crack of lighting
I rather be blind and see those eyes
As I know that saving grace originates behind your lids
And love is the explosions between your fingertips.

08/11/2009