Hello, blonde dreary-eyed angel
Satire on your cherub features,
I can laugh your fears away
Your brow, so smooth and seamless,
Hold together my childhood God
When he had long crumbled down.
Throne my seat in heaven, whatever
You wish to do –
Tonight we’re setting sail to explore
The darker celestial sights
It was unforeseen that your hands
Would be supple on mine,
Fantasy feather brush my face and
With the pounding of the wings we
Fall in a steady liaison.
Smitten in grace and love,
Unromantic yet unyielding,
You stole my heart,
Seven layers deep in hell,
And crossed the thorns to make
Salvation by my bedside
Earthy, I pen your name on
My tiny hand – a faint heart
Pounding softly on my white skin.
Beatific in the atmosphere,
I found you, sided with the moon
And kissing comets athwart the sky.
Don’t hymn sing, you star-swinger….
Just kiss our human dreams goodbye
Soft laughter settles my soul amongst
Your cloudlike wafts of
Blonde hair and seraph twilight
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By far the best poem in my opinion I've read lately. I really like it. You're a far better poet than me.
Awesome as always. You just keep getting better. I do have suggestions though. The "whatever" on the end of one line should either be removed or moved down to the next line. It comes across as someone saying "Whatever." Until you read the next line. But that initial reaction throws you. Small point.
The italcized text is a bit of fluff. Those three lines don't add much to the poem. Without them the poem would still be great, probably better.
It's a little frustrating to me that all your stuff is so good, because you make it seem so easy. I could point out the things I liked, but I'd just be quoting the entire poem.