I stole your perfect halo
and those pretty silver wings,
tarnishing them with a darker love,
a barbed lust
that I knew would be my undoing.
As you tried to clean me,
with velvet, silken oils and chocolate,
my eyes, fired by brilliant pokers
and bristling like icicles,
stared at your vacant heaven.
© Graham Sherwood 6/2014
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