The Angel Cried
When the Fates were yet babies
sleeping entwined within each other's arms,
I was meant for you.
My quest has always had your form and voice.
There is no pleasure but has your taste,
there is no fantasy that does not end with you.
I am yours.
Each cell within my body screams your name.
How many times have I turned in a crowd to see your face?
How often have I trekked a lonely road
only to hear… Continue
Posted on October 26, 2009 at 8:30pm — 1 Comment