divinity stains your skin: raine

there is something in the way
she looks at me,
eyes dark and soft.
wine that traces her lower lip.
the angels whisper secrets
into her ears.
there is something peculiar
in the way i desire
the glow in her eyes.
she is made of something more,
something i cannot fathom.

she is five bottles of wine,
the glass overflowing:
spilling down my neck.
staining my skin red.
the angels buzz in delight,
to sing with red lips,
fingertips dripping with wine.
to slip into the light.

Cheyenne RaineComment