Fallen Angel

We’re lying in his bed, soft sound of rain fills the space between songs
Warm, drowsy. Drifting away, safe in his arms

Propped up on his side, he runs a hand over my hip,
The curve of my waist,
Pauses at my shoulder

He kisses the divot there and the touch of his beard causes a frisson
“Do they hurt?” he asks, mistaking my shiver

“No”, I say, thinking of the twin divot on my right shoulder
I roll over to look at his face above me. Chalcedony eyes like the sky

His love gives truth to my words, as his mouth closes over mine
There is no Before, when our bodies collide and crash together into Now

A tear escapes as his love enfolds me,
Once I could fly,
He is worth the fall

~ kei

“Many is a word that only leaves you guessing. Guessing ’bout a thing you really ought to know…”

~ Led Zeppelin’s “Over the Hills and Far Away” from Houses Of The Holy