Late Night Thoughts

f a l l e n a n g e l

On a summer evening, the sun is baking everything
And in this moment you are a fallen angel
A murder. Formless. A fractured pair of wings.
The earth is scorching hot beneath your bare feet and summer air breathes into you.
You walk ahead, your hopes and dreams in the clouds
Falling with rain, being grown into flowers that are then burned when you touch them.
Maybe this is how I fell in love with you.
You and your flame.
The danger that exists when it comes to you.
You and your tight lipped smirk, cigarette in hand, smoke in my face.
You and your limp, black eye, and bruised knuckles.
You and your adventurous spirit, emotionless eyes.
You look at me and I see nothing, but I feel everything.
When I kiss your slightly chapped lips everything fades.
Your black wings surround me, cloaking me in a sea of feathers.
You are a fallen angel, but everything about you screamed godly.