When the Angel Boy Fell

I feared for my life when the angel boy fell
upon the yard of my home
he made a crater in the ground where I was
it all happened too soon, too defined
he was nude and almost seemed damp
to pure for my touch, he was a boy
just like me, but he was golden
his cherubic features were truely devine
and the structure of his body was perfect
I inched closer to him as if to feel his perfection
And the heat from his face stung me with delight
I touched his face, it was like a silky ball of foreverness
and the drops of sweat from his hair that tasted like sugar
and so I did something I should never do
yes I did, I kissed the boy’s mouth just gentle enough to feel
and the boy’s eyes came fluttering open
I had invaded his sanctity, his wordly virginity
he was angry with me, I knew it though
however his eyes did not narrow, nor did his brow shrink
his nostrols flared not, and his eyes did not come a blaze
the only thing that happened to end my silent guilt
The angel boy jumped and through his back
a bloody, sprout of white colored wings sprung from his back
and he looked up and flew away as quickly as he had come
and I feared for my life when the angel boy fell

When the Angel Boy Fell

Cynthia Washington

Joined February 2008

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