My Angel

Next to me lies an angel, so beautiful and quiet.

She sleeps with long, drawn breaths and her nose sometimes wrinkles as she dreams.

Her blond hair is scattered on the white pillow and her brown eyes are hidden behind the thin veil of skin with long lashes.

The sheet that covered her has partially been kicked off during the hot night; her womanly shape is silhouetted by the morning’s sun creeping up the window like ivy climbing a wall.

I find myself stroking the soft skin of her hand as it lies on my bare chest. Our legs are tangle like the roots of an ever lasting tree.

The smell of her hair captures my senses and pulls me in, an exotic mixture of sweet fruit.

My arm is wrapped around her; I give her a slight squeeze.

Her eyes flicker open and she yawns but ends with a smile, dimples appear in her cheeks and the corners of her eyes crease a little.

She looks up at me; her deep brown eyes look like endless pits in which I fall. I let out the longest sigh.

I don’t believe in God. But I do believe in angels.

Reviews

[Callum]

This is a very romantic piece. Well written... with gentle emotions of love. Nice write! I like it alot.

[Effy]

Absolutely loved this. Beautiful.