Like Angels, Winged

Like Angels, Winged

by Michael R. Burch

Like angels―winged,

shimmering, misunderstood―

they flit beyond our understanding

being neither evil, nor good.

They are as they are...

and we are their lovers, their prey;

they seek us out when the moon is full

and dream of us by day.

Their eyes―hypnotic, alluring―

trap ours with their strange appeal

till like flame-drawn moths we gather...

to see, to touch, to feel.

Held in their arms, enchanted,

we feel their lips, so old!,

and with their gorging kisses

we warm them, growing cold.

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