To a Moonlit Obsidian Angel

My wings

buzz at the thought

Of you.

I know: I mustn’t touch,

Must wait for the wedding night,

But oh! How can I when you

Burn so bright,

When all I can think of is you.

 

I’ll hope my wings aren’t singed

In your beauty and that

This night can go on forever.

 

Your coy smile, your gentle humming

That leads me to your shipwreck of

Desire.

I must. I must. I must

Touch your flaming beauty

Just Once –

Bzzt. Bzzt.

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