Captive Angel

Fettered ankle and wrist by heavy, somber chain  
Her gaze is downcast, sadness, longing, guilt  
 
Grimy wings, tattoos, tattered rags, she is beautiful  
Each desecration cherished fondly like a first kiss  
 
His musk and lust cling to her skin like faint cologne  
She’s eclipsed, curbed, and breathlessly yielding  
 
A bloodied white rosebud, crushed beneath His foot  
Her pain and humiliation always end the same way  
 
His icy, tender fingers through long black tresses  
Gentle toying, a slender silver key around her neck  
   
Again she returns to her endless, prickling waiting  
Wondering if God will ever take a wicked holiday