you might have said my name
but then you called me angel
and i grew wings damned
by gods and the color of my skin
damned to a cold sweat with fever
rising in my blood like poison
wings that crashed out from me
alongside thoughts and the desire to kiss you
visions of how to use them and the thought,
the idea, this, the thought of a promise
that if you let me use them
i could keep my weight off you
if you let me lie over you
i could protect you
from the pain in your ribs
if you let me make love to you
i could use the wings you gave me
to keep you comfortable
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