Speaking of Wings...

My angel how impossible
To fly so at your speed
To catch my weight of need
And feel mighty unstoppable

My angel how desirable
To soar the air as you
To lick the morning dew
The taste be not expirable

My angel how it seems
For your eyes to observe
Witness of Eve’s deserve
these humans’ wicked dreams

But my angel will you please,
Pause from your mercied flight
and find the earthen might
To bring them to their knees…

May they be touched thus by their plight

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