Angie had wings
Tattooed
Upon her back
She said
It was to help
For when she fell
Lovemaking
Is the ultimate
Form of cruelty
Simple placed
In a kiss
The struggle for power begins
Hands collected
Small pieces of her
To tuck in their back pockets
She was left
Lingering
Dangling with discarded condoms
So Angie has wings
Tattooed
Upon her back
Tattered, shredded
Tribal lines
Dividing her left, right
Passion
Is the ultimate
Form of servitude
Simple collected
In a touch
The struggle for control begins
Sweat glistened
Pooled around wrists
To collect in safe deposit box
She was left
Lingering
Accumulating dust around dark corners
So Angie has wings
Tattooed
Upon her back
Never to be tamed
Was tattooed
Across her chest
Worth
Is the ultimate
Form of freedom
Simply found
In her defiance
The struggle of independence begins
Simply collected
In a smile
Caught in the shadows of eyes
Whispered goodbyes
Ricochet against sleeping lovers
To her exiting footsteps
She left
Lingering
A kiss, a touch, and her defiance
Angie had wings
Tattooed
Upon her back
She said
It was to aid
For when she fell
