My loving heaven,

If there is a way for me to explain
who I am now to you, I will say;
I am half of your retrograde,
the slowest rotation on your earth
that is wrong enough to be right
and half of your marquis diamond,
the most expensive shape
that lingers best around you

Your devoted Angel,
A

His hands madly guiding my hips
I gasp and lose myself against him...
I'm his...
Clenching, sweating, whispering
as he tears deeper into me...
Fearing I can take no more,
I plead with him...
He pushes forward...
The sweet insanity of pain and pleasure combine, and rock me...
To be owned so aggressively..
To be devoured so blissfully...
Trust
His hand upon my neck...
Fists of hair...
Biting, scratching...
Panting....
Deliriously hanging on the edge of a dream and reality...
Hell fires torching me...
As I moan with harrowing delight beneath him....
I'm caught up...
He's glistening...
His gold chain like sunlight on his skin...
His cross upon my lips
and as it enters my mouth...It's sealed!
For many an angel,
hath willingly given up their soul,
to ride upon the skillfull tongue
of a passionate lover,
Demonic....
My halo to the floor,
as his name sounds through me..
I am truly his...
Quivering...
Torn!

©MV

her:
thin
gangly even but, frankly, perfect
perfect skin
Eve
or a cherub at the inn
(do or don't believe)
Original
with no original sin
and therein
I saw the angel in evangelism

I would have been anybody's angel;
I didn't mind the love.
The halo in the shimmering lights as I spin, dances behind
As the wings, the feathered dreams, tower on the other side.
It's greener, you know.
It's greener and darker.
And here, staggering along the pit between goodness and liberty,
I have to ask, "What good am I, anyway?"
I'm no good on my own,
So I could be anybody's angel.

We go down to hell to play with the devil
for we cannot be raised to heaven and sing with
an angel

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Never let him douse
your brilliant flame because his mind cannot
process what you are.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. He is the epitome of a
great leader but all journey's start at home
and his began with you.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Your picture is on the walls
of every 10 year old girl who has spent their life
walking under the shadow of their brothers footsteps.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. You are an angel
who has fought so fiercely and you may
be home in heaven now but just know
I sleep safe and sound in the light of your halo.

Hold your head up, darling, and be proud
of who you are. Darling be proud you are a woman.
-Nathan Joe (-V)

the winter's brought sadness
and all this holiday madness
it's brought love
and regret
and few new people I have met
but coming into the warmth
is what I need
a night in the arms of an angel
or just a night where I can show that I'm fragile
a night by a fire
a night with whom I'd admire

in the arms of an angel
the arms of one who is safe
a night away from this place
and the winter's froze my soul
given me baggage til my hands are full
and hasn't brought me a rest
or a night where I feel my best
I know the season is cold and drear
but in the arms of an angel
it's warm and dear

An angel
A doll
A baby girl will fall
You fiend
You fool
A boy so cruel
Darling girl
So sweet
Broken dreams
A boy
A heart so cold
He seems