The angel's wings flutter
above my head,
as her kiss tickles my cheek.
She urges my soul
to come fly with her -
to rise above my mortal dwelling and
join her celestial one.
Wait!
How do I know you're true?
How can I tell you're real?
Her face seems to melt as
cherubic lips become malicious
and suddenly, they are yours.
Now,
Now, I'm falling.
My wings have been torn from my body.
I have fallen off the tightrope
that separates life and death
and as I tumble towards eternity,
I realize....
There is no net.
Author notes
I'm really rather cursed in the romance department.
In a list
A contest entry
- personal favorite by Virgoan.
2000 points, ended June 9, 2008, 64 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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We've spoken of this cord many times. This is one of my personal favorites by you. So full of good lines and imagery and besides that, the idea it's self is stellar.
"cherubic lips become malicious " This line sticks out each time I re-read. Maybe it is because I've never heard the term cherubic before.
This poem is a classic life and death poem and I enjoyed reading it each time I have. Thank you angel.
X.X.X.
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The mood here is well settled and have provided a moment that last long.
Great job on this piece.
Keep sharing your gift.
HENSLEY
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Imagery fantastic ~
'tumbling and falling
but there is a realisation there 'is no net'
no escape from eternity
Good luck with this dear Sidhe friend
s Lib x x
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