In the throat of an angel [a poetic?

She was fantasyCloaked in the skin of a womanHer gaze the perfume of diamondsAnd laughter like a landslideIts eruption shrouding the would-be shameOf those who reveled in the impervion ofDaydreams of a sacred escape with her She was musicCaught in the throat of an angelHer kiss a drink straight to the headAnd touch like worshipThe…

fantasy realized? [a poem]

Suspended gracefully like an acrobat between reality and sleep’s resort, my mind calls out to your image: A king wandering in pilgrimage from his throne seeking a more noble crown of humbler sheen. I fight to believe in or against you Not knowing yet if it’s safe to reach out, or if I’m simply imagining…