May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 05: Interjaculate Love - 2005 Waking an Angel
Interminably Consternation
I called you up
It seemed you weren’t home
Your phone answered by a sleepless angel
I could feel her breath
Upon my ear
A warm summer rain
Relieving this arid man
The angel
Her bloody hair
Vibrant in her tone
Spoke to me in tongues
I closed my eyes to understand
Hearing her words of love
Mumbled softly
Yet screamed aloud
To touch her hair
Feel that stare
Embraced within her arms
That angel of mine
Now I let her go
In hope
Not sorrow
Her love sublime
Phone hangs up
Glad that I awoke her
Though your head stayed low
It seemed that you were home
Angel of mine
© 2005, Mosquitobyte
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