Angel
I was thinking you might like this
the beauty in
this
the soft delicate mood
the colors crying out loud
etched upon the wall
scratches
to remind us of the light
and how it warms our cold nights
how the light dances
an easy slow waltz
smooth silk like ripples
across your body
fevered with green yellow
warmth
and cool smooth welcomes
of blue
welcomes of blue
serenade, saunter, slip
into your chamber
holding your dearest and deepest
friend
that fragile white shell
from the core of the ocean
never seen
by the cherry red that burns
across your eyes
sad, intimate, and surreal
the vulnerable crescent moon
drips
yellow-white webs
chords of
the angels voice’s
Sirens from the deep blue
green liquid
effortlessly pierce
your skin
waking your sultry heart
alive with
viridian nights and
the pink pale days
electric
and ice blue.
I have seen the angel
she touched my hand
cool, sensual and for long
I lost my breath
but for a second only
to taste the sweetness
of her touch
do you think she is real?
for real I thought it
not a moment
but a century of wars
could arrest this heart
be still
I am sure it will come
to be
in time, not mine.
Poetry and Art – ©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
