The Dark Angel

I awoke in the half light, and turned to watch you stretch your angelic wings, flapping them gently, your naked beauty by the window, surreal in its perfection, and even in this moment of heaven, I dreaded the dawn, I had flown to you in the night, and hid from you in the darkness, that I was a dark angel, my wings are black. Now I dread the dawn that you will see, I am not perfect in your eyes, but the dawn creeps slowly, I have at least another while with you, neither the heavens, nor hell, pleased that a white, and dark angel shared the night. I stirred a little sleepily upon the bed, and felt your soft hand come around me, and I trilled as your soft scented breath, caressed my neck, and spoke my name, come my Ben, fly with me.



(C) Ben Guiry