As If Never Burned

Hell's Last Angel
darkened my doorstep
Deposited ashen wings
and walked away
as if never burned
I gazed upon the dust
of the singed feathers
the bony skeleton of wings
which once carried her

Once in flight had such wings
carried her to light, to joy
allowing soaring heights
and spine-tickling dives
And to the ground she would return
for the leave from earth
the jump away, into glorious flight
filled Hell's Last Angel
with delight
with depravity
To egress from such tawdry tether
yet return for such sublime lusts

Hell's Last Angel dives here