My AngelA Poem by Lowesy
Previous Version This is a previous version of 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 covers 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. 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. She looks up at me; her deep brown eyes look like endless pits of which I fall. I don’t believe in God. But I do believe in angels. © 2011 LowesyReviews
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