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Jonny Angel May 2015
Don't forget me.
I am in flight,
floating on the wind.
Maybe you can hear me.
Jonny Angel May 2015
A soldier thinks
about a lot of pretty things
frozen
at night
in a desert foxhole
watching
falling stars,
counting
the ticking seconds
on fire
with your sweet vision,
imagining your angel-face,
placing himself
in a warm place.
Jonny Angel May 2015
You never make it easy on me
dear lady,
always smiling at me,
licking your lips at me
leaned up against the wall,
pointing your derriere at me,
you push aside
your expensive French lace,
begging me
to leave
a trace of me,
never pensive
for me.
One of those mornings...
Jonny Angel May 2015
There is no way to describe
the part
of the initial disappearance
other than to say
it's breathless
watching my reemergence,
glistening with you like that,
repeated
again
&
again
& again
& again
to fruition,
the exploding of our raw senses.
Jonny Angel May 2015
I dream about you darling
and the way you wore
your fitted jeans,
how your lingerie
felt so pure
against my shadow
tasting you
through the lace,
eyes serenely shut.
But it is your pretty face
I think about the most.
I miss
how lit up
it would get
from
a simple kiss.
Jonny Angel May 2015
I can feel it
& cry heartbroken
on the same bathroom floor
wondering what went wrong,
how could she
be like that,
after the love
I poured into her,
she wanted,
she took
from me.
Jonny Angel May 2015
The first time you pull the pin
and toss one,
it feels like you're in the movies,
until you see the aftermath,
blood trickling from their ears
and you realize
it ain't a fake dead body,
its skin still feels warm.
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