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ANGELWINE
©S. Jensen 2018 (reworked from 2013)
SHE CLENCHED HER FISTS
WHATEVER YOU SAY
THE DEAD EYED MAN
DARK MOON RISING
IN THE UNVOICED COMMAND
I AM NOT GOING
TO FIND AGAIN
BANGING ON THE
BLOODY DOOR
SITTING HAVING A DRINK
THE STREETS WERE
DESERTED NOW
SHE COULD STILL FEEL
OH GOOD LADY
I HEAR THE VIBRATING SOUND
OF YOUR VOICE
IN THE SILENCE
OF THE WALLPAPERED
BUILDINGS OF THIS
FOREVER PAGE
TO EACH BEING THE
WORDS WRITTEN
GO THROUGH EACH
SO CONFLICTED
CONFUSED
AND LONGING TOO
SIX WORDS TO
MY GROWN KITTEN
FOR I HEAR IT
IN THE BREASTS
OH MY I HEAR IT
IN THE THIGHS
IN THE SATIN STAINS
OF TIGHT FABRIC
OR IS IT LEATHER
HOW WICKED IS THEE
TO WALK BY YOUR SIDE
OUT INTO THE
FOUL NIGHT WILL I NEVER GO
CURVED MY TONGUE
THICK AND WEEPING
IN THE CHEMICALS
OF THIS
SWEET BLOOD THAT FLOWS
TWO WORDS TO
KNOW YOUR SOUL
OH FOR ME PLEASE
PLEASE IS THE BECKONING
ONE SPOKEN
WHISPERED
YOU WANT ME TO SAY
IT LOUD AND CLEAR
THOSE WORDS
THAT TURN MY HEART
FROM MUSH TO
ROMANTIC PASSION
OH WILL YOU SAY THEM
SWEETLY ON YOUR
LIPS AGAIN
ITS HEARD IN THE NIGHT
SCOWLS THEY MAKE
THE SCARS ARE
WRAPPED TIGHT AROUND
THIS HEART
ANOTHER IN AND OUT
THE SMOKE
THE BREATHLESS
TO THIS RESURRECTED
CREATIVE PULSE
FOR THE DELICIOUS PAIN
PRICKLED OVER THIS
SKIN SHHH!
WHISPERED IN MY EAR
THIN SMILE STRETCHES
OVER HER LIPS
DEEP AND IN THIS DOVE
THE PLANETARIUM
PERCHED OWL ON
THE CLOCK TOWER
OF THE PINCHED GREY
LIKE A HUGE GLASS EGG
READY TO TOPPLE
THESE SHARP CONCUSSIONS
IN THE WOKEN HOURS
WALKING ON THE COBBLES
WET WITH STARLIGHT
SHIFTED IN BEFORE ME
LIKE FLINT MUSCLES
STRAINING AGAINST
THESE NOW BROKEN
CHAINS
PAIN IN THE SKULL
LYING IN THE ALLEY
LIKE A DEMON
WITH WINGS WIDE
HAIR WILD EYES BLACK
WITH FURY
THE DARK SOUL
REACHES INTO THE SPINE
OF THIS WHITE ROBED ROGUE
GRANTED
TEMPORARY SANCTUARY
IN AN IMPOSSIBLE WORLD
MADE IT PERFECT
UNDER THE BLISTERED CEILINGS
SHIVERED
IMAGINING THE SCENES
SO HER JOB WAS TO PUT HER
IN A CAGE AND KEEP HER THERE
OH HOW COULD SHE
NOW AS ATTRACTED IN HER
ATTENTIONS TO THE SEAT
ALL THE WAY
TO THE OLD HOUSES
SCORE WITH THE CROSSBOW
SMASHED FRAGMENTS
TO LAY WITH YOU
UNDER THE VAST EXPANSE
OF STARS
THE ANGELS WINGS
LOOMED HUGE AND BLACK
IN THE STARLIT GLOOM
WILL YOU ALLOW
THIS TO BE SACRIFICED
A BLUR OF DARKNESS
THE ANGEL PUSHED THE
SWORD AWAY
AND LAID DOWN THE
BEATING HEART
AND LOOKED STRAIGHT
INTO MY EYES
AND WALKED UP TO ME
AND SAID WITH THIS KISS
THAT COULD KILL
IT WILL SAVE YOU
AND FROM THIS DAY
FORWARD YOU WILL BE
FREE UNDERSTAND
YOU WILL ALWAYS
BE FREE
NO MORE THE WILD ROSE
OR THE TWISTED
BLACK WIDOW
OF THE HAUNTING SCREAMS
THAT ARE ETERNALLY SILENT
SPIRALLED
DOWN LIKE A THIN SKELETON
THE ANGELS HANDS
CAME DOWN AND TOUCHED
AND CARESSED IN THE
BRIGHT EVENING SKY
AND IN THE MORNING
GONE AGAIN
TO THE MIST OF THE
DEW THAT IS THE FOREVER
WEEPING TEARS
FOR A LOVE
THAT IS ALWAYS
ONLY REMAINING
WHEN YOU CLOSE
YOUR EYES
AND ONE DAY YOU
WILL SEE WHY
ITS THERE AND NOT HERE
FOR SHE DOESN'T
HAVE THE LUXURY
OF WORRYING ABOUT
THAT WHICH TIME
HAS NO TIME FOR
INWARDS THE GLASS
BREAKS OVERHEAD
WHIRLED SHE DID
TURNED AROUND
TO SEE IT CRASH
AND GO THERE IS NO
LOGICAL REASON FOR THAT
OH MY
FOREVER IN THIS
GLOBAL WEIGHTED DOWN
SHOWERED IN THE
CLEAN AND HOLY
SOULS NOW BOTH
WILD AND FREE
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