angel
dressed in gothic black
silver
jewels, tattoos in-tacked
hair
and lips as red as blood
and
skin as white as turtle doves
hotel
room las vegas style
think
i’ll be here for awhile
amid
the flames of hair and lips
with
curtains causing an eclipse
wherein
the day will fade away
her
arms the field in which i lay
i’m
unrefined amid divine
but
for the moment she is mine
on
sheets so white against her skin
i
end each kiss, begin again
until
the flowers in her heart
have
bloomed into a living art
below
the streets are filled with heat
i
conquer and admit defeat
tangle
in webs that we have spun
until
we’re woven into one
her
eyes ignite in fields of green
the
moment burns into serene
two
players in a final scene
where
flames engulf the sights unseen
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