He wears, with me, the charms of love,
exchanging gentle whispers in storms
of fascinated, trembling union.

He shares with me blue velvet nights
of careful and unmeasurable bliss,
and titivates modest morning rebirths.

He cares for me, reproof us not, we make
no show of virtue, or counterfeit innocency,
but partage, in comfort, this open honesty.

An angel flew past from where I stood today
Her wings spanned so wide she covered the sky
Casting a tender shadow above my head
Protecting me from the sun’s vindictive rays
For a moment, for that moment I found succor
I found solace from underneath an angel’s wings.

Gazing at my own flesh I discovered scars
Scars from whence their nails had perforated my hands
I found scars from whither their shackles of deception were secured…
On my hands and ankles
Daggers, stained with my blood still ***** in my back
Where with superciliousness they stabbed

An angel flew past from where I stood today….
My body a canvas of pain as blemishes of their whips titivates my skin
For every laugh shared is nothing but a lash of wicked whips
Blood clotting on my sliced wrists from when they opened their mouths
Their razor sharp tongues sliced through every nerve and every vessel
Finger nails pulled out to test my loyalty towards these masters
My locks pulled out strand by strand to make sacrifices to my living “gods”

An angel flew past from where I stood today
Her wings gently caressing my soul
Her touch a cure to my aching heart
She whispered in my ear bringing relief to my over exerted mind
Said she couldn’t take away the pain nor heal the scars
Said my pain was a book of wisdom and the scars the illustrations
Said it was my guide, a map I had to take where ever I went….least I got lost
Sayamo Dikana