You made a heavenly angel
With wings, voice, body.
Admired him, admired him,
He confessed his feelings.
Brought it to him in the early dawn
Coffee cool with a cigarette.
At night wondrous-pillows of the Magi
Only from star fluff and dreams.
And all the glitter from the dry sheets
Collected & nbsp; for rainy nights.
You snuggled up to him in your sleep,
He stroked the wings on his bare back.
But tormented by the question super heavy:
Is my angel sexless?
And all in lips wanted to - kiss,
With love-to-have - and-give...
And when they are weary from impotence -
Cut off - in a dream-his wings.
David Slater-Given To The Winds
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