Out with an Angel
I wait.
I am impatient with anticipation.
She arrives with angelic innocence, smiling.
She is tired.
She lies down.
She sleeps.
I listen and wait again.
I am no longer impatient.
She is here.
She awakens and we drink and talk.
I am attentive.
Then we leave.
The blonde angel is driving.
Her mind is an enigma.
It is child-like, inquisitive and intelligent all at once.
I am protective, informative and receptive all at once.
I sit beside her.
I cannot occupy the same space so I am content with proximity.
The distance flows past like the breeze.
We arrive and go in.
She cooks whilst I watch.
I am excited watching her.
We eat and listen.
Then we leave again.
I watch the Angel’s face as she drives.
Butterflies make me smile inside.
She looks at me and I smile outside.
The city is dark but lit.
My naked skin tingles in the warm air.
She walks beside me.
If it were freezing I would still be warm in her glow.
The venue is loud and crowded.
Black is the colour of the day.
We descend to the cellar and the sound changes.
It is my sound.
I vibrate.
We find space and occupy it.
We drink, we talk, we listen.
She gets up to dance and I watch again.
She lets her hair down.
Surely an angel incarnate.
She comes back to me and we leave.
The distance is the same but seems shorter.
This will soon end.
We stop.
We hug.
I exit.
She leaves.
I go to bed.
I am lying where she lay earlier.
I am occupying her space.
I am partially consoled.
Still, I am alone again until the next time she breathes my air.
:) Bless x
Aww Stuart’s caught the love bug! :)
What gives you that idea Jess? ;)
By the way, it’s D-Day.
I’m good at picking up subtle hints. ;)
What is proper when referring to D-Day? Surely it’s not “Happy D-Day!”... :shifty eyes:
Happy Birthday does it for me Jess. ;)
D’oh! Happy Birthday! :binkybaby:
Oh well I may as well join in – Happy Birthday chap :) – but I was going to leave a block but the blocks have tumbled (DB error) :(
Sorry about that. All sorted now and thank you all. :)
Happy Birhtday from me too! A bit late but still…
How are the butterflies doin ;) Come on , let us know.
btw. if you write poems instead of watching the soccer tounaments, then it is serious… with the butterflies, i mean :).
best from germany, alex
Thanks Alex. :) And you will find me doing just about anything except watching football. It’s soooo boring and butterflies are soooo cool. ;)
Awww, I am miles late, but happy belated birthday anyway!
I really must make an effort to keep up with people’s sites more… :)
That was a very good read.