Sistine AngelsA Poem by MachinaWriterA love poem...Your eyes, -a window of
stained glass Broken, pieced, from
your past Beneath a vaulted
brow, an arch To Sistine angels,
that softly march Through your mind, -singing songs such
as this, -whispering love
with your kiss. From pink lips,
gently pursed With fingertips,
that touch them first Testing skin, -nerves, the finger
swerves The Sistine angels
start to spin The glass shatters A million, tiny
frames are scattered Your eyes are
crystal blue, The stained glass
window, -showing true, Clearer skies,
beyond the glass With sunlit rays,
that shine at last. I press my lips
upon yours quick And whisper a
prayer, -That the Sistine
angels will see it fair To keep your lips,
always there. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on October 10, 2012 Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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