Poem - Angel Wings

The poem “Angel Wings” was inspired by a swing dance photo featuring a swing dancer with the tattoo of feathers on her leg.


Angel Wings

Could I fly with angel wings
aided by this beauty seen?
From my slumber I will spring
when this loveliness is my dream.
My breath is held prisoner
by the guardian of heaven's gate.
I release a gasp when I can
as I struggle in splendor’s grasp.

My tongue is tied in knots
as it seeks to full express.
Mere words cannot describe
a beatific view of paradise.
I'm lifted to the tallest heights
by vision of this celestial sight.
Moved beyond my sunken depths,
I am now free to sally forth.

Grant this mortal lover's boon,
undeserving of your grace,
that we may dance as partners do
in celebration of beatitude.
This taste is sweetest fruit,
sate an appetite long famished.
Penchants blessed by the flesh,
savored when not repressed.

The sight, the touch, so much more,
could I be blessed at this time?
Paradise gained in your these arms,
seraph please shine your light.
Thus I fly with angel wings,
beauty is as beauty gained,
not mine to own, just to share,
the embrace of dancer's love.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160208.