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Of My Angel

I breathe in.
he flashes his wings
and promises
to take me
only as far as
an angel can go
 
He shows me
where he lays his
head down every night
and drifts off
to thoughts of
late night drives
and stolen kisses
 
cloud 7.
he strives to
be an artist
doodles and paints
concepts he can’t
quite understand
like the loving
and groping
of a woman
 
I breathe out.
unleash my willingness
to teach him
and he accepts
my body, hugs
my curves and
is blinded
by the light
of love’s
reaction to lust
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