Room of Angel

Ben C.
 

I’ve nowhere to go, you’re now my home
Languidly I recline and you pull me along
Limbs bumping easily over steps and stones
I need not breathe; in your presence I’m born
You crush the breath from my chest and fill me with your own
With your fist to carry me I’ll rest my bones
                                                   Oh God        
Oil sparkles in the tears in your flesh
Beam at my blood gilding your breast
Wonder what a face would look like on the front of your bent head
You don’t have to keep me alive,
I’ll love you forever when I’m always dead
                                                My angel

 

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