Into the air we rose, your firey wings beating
a cadence of sublime passion.
Feathers of flame licked my face.
I arched back to offer my throat
and saw acres of clouds
in an infinite field of blue.
My life gushed into your eager mouth.
Spent, I slumbered in your arms,
dreams of the heavens fluttering
behind my eyes.
I lived for your breath.

And how many of us know
what it is to be loved
by an angel? The desire,
the pure fire of embodied thought
is more consuming than any earthy hunger.
You spoke to me in music;
I replied with cacophany,
unable to reach the pinnacles
of your ideals.

When you let me fall,
the sun scorched my flesh,
reminding me of pleasures lost.