Secret Angel

She would come to me
in the absence of light
shortly before dawn.

Wearing only a night gown
her body swayed
gracefully against the gloom.

With the impatience of motion
and a swing to her hip
she’d straddle
this damaged form of mine.

An outstretched hand
to half startled lips
reminded me
not to arouse the others.

A captivating smile
and inviting thighs
to calm a troubled mind.

She moved like the ocean
rocking her body to the current
while reaching for the heart
of a lost soul.

She was my secret angel
come to bring peace in the night
and a promise
the sun would rise again.