Angels In Pink Gowns
© Surazeus
2018 12 01
Sunlight on the glass door of the feast hall
aches with hope cracking window of slow time
when he sits by the door after church service,
wearing grey suit with red tie as his pale hands
clutch the black Bible full of ancient stories
while around him angels in pink gowns chatter.
He feels the warm softness of all their bodies,
cute teenage girls from church academy
with long curly hair and sweet flashing eyes,
and moist red lips he longs to kiss with love,
talking to each other in waves of words
while he floats paralyzed in scent of blood.
Hundreds of young hearts beating with hot passion
pulse with every fierce beat of his own heart
as concepts of their thoughts swirl in vague mist
of chattering water flashing in sunlight
but he cannot move through aching desire
to embrace the girl he loves with mute hope.
Head throbbing with hope to embrace her breast
and kiss her lips, young boy clutching his Bible
sits paralyzed on metal chair of faith
to gaze past warm crowd of beautiful girls
and watch ten thousand years of history
reveal regeneration through soul birth.
Gasping with short breaths of paralysis,
fallen angel in mud of human flesh
watches elegant girl with long gold hair
chatting with her friends in streaming sunrays
and tries to rise again on crippled wings
but sits chained with Prometheus on the mountain.
Rising from the metal chair by glass door,
the young boy floats dizzy with blinding hope
to heap food on paper plate at potluck,
then sits alone in hall corner to eat
spaghetti, sweet corn bread, chips, and grape juice,
and watch Carla eat and chat with her friends.
© Surazeus
2018 12 01
Sunlight on the glass door of the feast hall
aches with hope cracking window of slow time
when he sits by the door after church service,
wearing grey suit with red tie as his pale hands
clutch the black Bible full of ancient stories
while around him angels in pink gowns chatter.
He feels the warm softness of all their bodies,
cute teenage girls from church academy
with long curly hair and sweet flashing eyes,
and moist red lips he longs to kiss with love,
talking to each other in waves of words
while he floats paralyzed in scent of blood.
Hundreds of young hearts beating with hot passion
pulse with every fierce beat of his own heart
as concepts of their thoughts swirl in vague mist
of chattering water flashing in sunlight
but he cannot move through aching desire
to embrace the girl he loves with mute hope.
Head throbbing with hope to embrace her breast
and kiss her lips, young boy clutching his Bible
sits paralyzed on metal chair of faith
to gaze past warm crowd of beautiful girls
and watch ten thousand years of history
reveal regeneration through soul birth.
Gasping with short breaths of paralysis,
fallen angel in mud of human flesh
watches elegant girl with long gold hair
chatting with her friends in streaming sunrays
and tries to rise again on crippled wings
but sits chained with Prometheus on the mountain.
Rising from the metal chair by glass door,
the young boy floats dizzy with blinding hope
to heap food on paper plate at potluck,
then sits alone in hall corner to eat
spaghetti, sweet corn bread, chips, and grape juice,
and watch Carla eat and chat with her friends.
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