i see an angel
if speechless enough
left me asunder

she steers their white body
as the breaks tend to fail
but hopeless carcasses always do

nevertheless alive and glowing
as alive as words in a poem
shimmering and unbeknownst

tender kisses sent by no mouth
politely gagged and terrified
confusing the bags of our eyes
and the socket of my heart

i saw an angel
with features so intricate
beyond what any could grasp

reminiscing some
with methodical manners
and eyes hard to be shut

as the sinking holes in her face
seem to bleed again
their roots and knees are drowned
with bugs tearing through her fabric

for i wish to see the angel
the brilliant and fleeting angel
at least once more in my life

to gaze along with the sunlight  
carefully casted towards you
illuminating red spots in your chest

dreadful aching wounds
created by lies that withhold you
forever staining your hoary dress

alongside your sense of company
fulfilled by lacking stares
albeit feeling rather hopeful
the night pulls you from your core

but my angel is dead
once a gloomy reality settles
idyllicism turns to dust

as the babies from my eyes
fall to the dry soil
sprouting and splashing

uncovering a tall tree
whose fruits are dead upon birth
and the leaves taken by the wind
land in your palatable face

the petals that fall straight down
fall over my sitting body
that out of gas yet again
ponders where you could be

i see something
dead and withering
floating away to where they belong

once so close
once so far
you're full of water
im full of eschars