Wings
A shadow on the wall,
my imagination,
or something real?
A flicker in the candlelight,
a demon,
or angel?
You've so confused me with wrong and right,
I can no longer discern the light and the dark,
You've upended my world.
Your touch is a damnable thing,
feather light on my cheek.
How you make me hate myself,
for embraces in the dark.
My skin still stinks of you,
your sweat and love.
As you stand at the foot of my bed,
I can imagine your slim form with wings,
spread in your triumph over me.
If only I could take your feathers away,
my angel,
my demon,
perhaps you would stay away,
no longer able to fly into my life,
corrupting my dreams.
Maybe when daylight breaks,
I will be able to see the color of your wings.
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