#53

I caressed her skin

And gently floated

my soft fingers

across the unknown

I drew a line from

one hand

across her small shoulders

into the depths

of her back

onto the other half

until I had reached

her fingers again

I drew wings

for an angel

who I had fallen for

that winter night.

 

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