kaleopea Poetry (2)

For one evening
I turned into an angel

By one pair of wings
I hid my angelic innocence
(and also that I am actually no angel)

By the second pair of wings
(they say for fanning)
I was stroking your soul
I drove black dust out of her
(perhaps it behoves a good angel to do)

By the third pair of wings
I raised in the air
and wanted to leave
Once you asked me
If we should ever meet ...

The wings suddenly got heavy
hanging lifeless
Feathers snowed
white and black

How this angel's attire lay heavy on me
Wait just a moment until I'll take it off ...

Then I'll take your palms in mine...

Allegedly perfection itself
and eternal youth
combines with beauty
and the heavenly glare
and then he just sits there
on stairs
an old hunched angel
perhaps his tears would disappear
into broken wings
what he clenched in his lap
but he did not cry
he just descended there
and several thoughts with him
a better angel he should be
but God knows he tried
and now he can go
thanks, they said ...
reconciled
in humbleness from its last forces
became bronze

Still I lightly stroked his hand
and with my finger run over the small table with the inventory number ...