Saturday, October 28, 2017

This Angel on my Shoulder


He sits in silent contemplation
Monochrome white
His stillness unperturbed
By the serrated energy
Of my life

Wing covered eyes
He waits in silent grief
When tears creep
Through the hooded lids
Of my eyes

He sits in
Homochromatic
Weightlessness
In colours
Before him
I cannot hide

The pounding
And the heart beat
Of men I have held
Leave him
Unperturbed.

He knows
My deepest longing
To find
Not love, but
The difficult simplicity
Of myself

This angel
On my shoulder
Sits and contemplates
And waits, till
I chose not to hide

And sometimes,
Just sometimes
Through these
Hooded tears of mine
He reaches out
To touch me

To tell me
In the whispering
Silence
It is enough
To be myself
Surrounded by
The wings
Of an angel
On my shoulder

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My thanks to Neil from Hoodedwept whose passion and love for his creative clothing providing the inspiration for this poem.  Thank you


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