A Warm Place

by The Queen of Spades   Jan 24, 2007


The angel
Her wings are red
She glides towards me
My heart races
There is no sound
I am breathless
Step by step, she glides towards me
Her movement, barely noticeable
She is like a leaf in a soft breeze
My hands start to shake
When I see Her cool pale white skin
Her hair is a deep azure
That matches the darkest depths of the ocean
This angel
What can She possibly want from me?
When I see her eyes
The deepest, sweetest, warmest green eyes
I have ever seen in my life
I gasp,
I am calm
She holds me in her arms.
This angel
My love at first sight
She has taken me
Finally
To a warm place

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