of angels and roses

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there's a smooth hallelujah that only the divine can hear
freedom found whenever a rose blooms
the lovers dance among the shadows
amongst the gardens
angels formed from this love
this passion, this angst, this heart

kari luna

this is how quickly you will find him.
when you close your eyes a light will come
begging you to take a peek, but don't.
don't open them yet.
you'll feel a slight gust of wind
push against your face, stray hairs flowing.
you'll hear the folding of wings.
the opening of a mouth.
keep your eyes closed. listen. feel
a fingertip reach for your hand.
fingertips as soft as a rose.
open your eyes and there he is.
full of gold. olive skin with brown eyes.
drops of gold dancing with his curly hair.
like honey poured over his wings and smile.
an angel who brings you one sentence:
to hold and be held by something so delicate.

cheyenne raine


writers:

we invite you to write a poem, piece of prose or short story in the comments on this week’s theme “of angels and roses” ~ if your piece doesn’t fit in the comment box, feel free to post it online and comment the link where we can find your work! enjoy!

readers:

feel free to leave a comment about your thoughts or what you love about any of the pieces, from kari and cheyenne’s work to the work in the comments. thank you for your endless support!

Cheyenne RaineComment