my angel rocks back and forth.

[bleueyes]

Shuttered like a fan, no one suspects
your shoulder blades of wings.
While you lay on your belly,
I kneaded the hard edges of your flight.
You are a fallen angel,
but still as the angels are;
body light as a dragonfly,
great gold wings cut across the sun.
If I'm not careful you'll cut me.
If I slip my hand too casually
down the sharp side of your scapula
I will lift away a bleeding palm.
I know a wound that will not heal
if I take you for granted.
Nail me to you.
I will ride you like a nightmare.
Strain under me.
I want to see your muscle skein
flex and stretch.
Such innocent triangles
holding hidden strength.
I fear you in our bed
when I put out my hand to touch you
and feel the twin razors turned towards me.
You sleep with your back towards me
so that I will know the full extent of you.
It is sufficient.