can't love a fallen Angel

Heaven is full of love
so full you could choke on it
it’s all angel hugs & angel kisses
keeping the halo shining,
the wing feathers properly fluffed,
the virginal gown buttoned to the neck
and bleach-white.

sometimes a wayward angel catches the
troubling notes, the jungle beat of the music,
so she peeks through a hole in the sky. she
sees the party, revelers & rebels moving in
dub steps, electro swing, industry, trance, rock&roll!
she scans the dark haired gigolos who haven’t
shaved since Tuesday; the wind-burned Vikings,
brazen & bronzed. & the wild girls wearing a little
something over a lot of naked, alluring skin,
holding tumblers half-full of some exotic juice.

it’s so, so fascinating; it stains the purity of her heart
until it’s the perfect shade of black.
she is rudely tempted, & bites off her velvet chains.

when an angel falls
love is the last thing she’s looking for.
she wants to throw her head back & roar
she wants heavy artillery up her middle,
her peach blossom, her fork in the road.
she needs to feel the rain driven hard, crazy & wet,
maniacal, more reverent than an eternity of Sundays.

let her twirl, let her rave in the ballroom that never ends,
till the horn blows on some far away midnight
& we all go to Hell…

hold her & dance her,
let her spoil the sheets on your bed,
fill all of the deep desires
that scream out of every woman –

but don’t ever try to love her.