Ghost of the Leaving

angel face hovers the room offering halos ringing sweet yet silent, the howling burrs of blue a smile half hidden by rose tinted locks swirling silent desires- satin soul smock her hand is petal, sacrifice to wanting lips heat slowely circling {anticipation} as the light dims scent of forever on the nape of her being lust is blind cloudburst pink coral unravelling.... love - eternally seeing in the tangles of morning, angel face awakens turns her head toward the ghost of the leaving but she's stronger than selfish flattens every ball of his hate growing wise as sunflower on wildfire glade there'll come a moment when angel meets a true mate when time captures the sprinting spirit of her faith