‘Angelamine‘
Angel Duhst part II
From which sphere then does
such a loverly being descend?
What ancient earthen land would
create such a woman of talent and beauty?
How did you escape?
Surely that which created you must
also be over flowing with beauty and skill.
What does a land do now in your absence?
Does it rejoice in its lonely abode?
Does it thrill in your pilgrimage west,
or sulk in the beauty now subtracted from its whole?
The mother and father of such greatness
must surely be proud, having divined the
only name suitable for such a child.
Angela Angela Angela.
Name of she who left the wing-ed
ones in their clouds of light.
Is she the cause of heaven’s war?
Is she the reason heaven spilt?
Was it she in the garden that night,
who bit the apple and set man free?
How is it that I find myself engaged
with a marvelous being such as thee?
Perhaps I slumber, still in my bed?
Is it all just a dream inside my head?
And what will be should I awake?
Will I find the world false and fake?
And should I wish to sleep instead,
which drugs could keep me here?
In her arms, held close and near?
The Elixir of love have I found in she?
Or is it she that dreams of me?
When she awakens will I still be?
Am I the apple?
Will her bite free me?
Or will I find that love is her art.
Cellulose & graphite, I just a part?
I slumber still wishing not to wake,
For love is just & only what you make.
My mind a light. My fingers a-twirl.
This little one an entire world.
Words flooding out as I lie here in bed,
My flask boils like my heart and my head.
Ahhh these feelings now reacted,
refluxed, then extracted.
All done with care.
For the beauty of her,
is both terrible and fair.
Drop
Drop
Drop “Another?” She asks.
As I look in her eyes and drop drop from my flask.
Each drop
drops a whisper.
Each drop
drops in her ear.
Each drop
drop
drop is my love,
spoken softly my dear.
❤️
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∞
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