Angel with Defects

You must it unconditional

for ironing bring ...

Sweaty bedlinen

forever

wet through with perspiration

to the bottom

through my scar

a cross in

the mattress burned

through my heart

the sweetest delta

for me

from me so far

noshed on a strawberry

as this summer

dirty

the bedding tastes

still after her

I will never change the sheets ...

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Published on Monday, January 28, 2013. Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"

Poem 2 - Book 8 of 15 - Angel in Narcosis -

Comments on "Angel with Defects"

A former member wrote: i love the details you chose to share rather than the more obvious ones. it shows a tenderness of heart. both romantic and a bit tragic all at once. this one lingers.
A former member wrote: Heh. Must have been quite the angel... A beautiful memory put in a cloth of a bed. Slightly romantic.
On Monday, January 28, 2013, FadedBlues (2168) wrote:

,,,remorseful but endearing, the memory found in the stain of a bedsheet...
On Tuesday, January 29, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

If you knew how this has smelt and tasted ... wonderful ... absolut angel-like ... tasty ... But the whole bed has now been replaced ... ;)
On Monday, January 28, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Oh I love this! Delta force ! You write so passionately and with a unique creativity that I have the time of day for ! X
On Tuesday, January 29, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Hmmmmm .... & I also love your words ... Thanks, forever, Lady Tempest! :)