Saturated Skylines [iii]

Part 3 of my boy-meets-angel concept series.


She can feel the light of the navy black sky
against her abstract irises, diffusing saturation
and painting a path through the precious stars.
In search of fractured souls on the eve of the
new year; she senses broken tears from miles above
the cancerous asphalt.

Never has she danced upon the cracked sidewalk so
frenetically; the taste of mortal fever is like
bitter, acidic trauma to her caged heart. All
she needs are the bleeding segments of a paper
spirit to hold dearly, and to brush with
catastrophic reassurances.

How ironic that, she's now the one screaming for
rescue, yet still able to reach out and touch the
most poisoned, faithless of individuals. Even
angels can fall down and suffer the side effects
of such medication; walking the streets at midnight
has never been the safest route to take.

The assonant rhythms of his esoteric vocals chased
away her shrieking nightmares, and coated her
panicking heart with the most soothing of whispers.
His jacket draped over her gilded shoulders warms
her like the whiskey medicines he keeps in the back
pocket. A tarnished saviour needs an intricate angel.

I love it! I hate you but I love you!
I adore your poetry. The bittersweet style that’s powerful and mellow at the same time.
And your metaphors and the wording. Brilliant, brilliant. It’s so pretty. Your poems are like lovely paintings.
Gah! I’m so jealous of you and your talent!

Eh, yeah, consider this poem as printed. I’m gonna steal it an put it in my “book”

I'm too in love with your vocabulary! I don't know...I might have to...make love to it.

No, but really, could you get any better?

Thank you guys. It took me a few days to write this, because I've been a little stuck for inspiration...

Awwwwww, cuute.