The Angel
Of cream pale skin
And delicate features
With Grace's own voice
She alighted to the ground
Careful not to disturb the earth
Earth that worshipped the touch
Of such a gentle creature
The Devil
With fire tanned skin
And the strong power
Of an Angel fallen in torment
But oh, how he strides!
Purposeful and proud
Unwilling to allow
His fate to destroy him
This Daemon who was an Angel fallen.
They meet
And embrace without words
They had all been said
Before the Great Fall.
The Fall that separated them
She of the embodiment
Of love and gentle caresses
And He, of purpose
A man whose power
Tempers his own sin.
Oh, how he holds her
No malice, no shame
A lover and his hopes
Pressed together by desires
So quiet, so complete
As they sink to the earth.
Oh how She smiles
Wrapped within her prince's embrace
To be able to kiss his lips
To feel the warmth from within.
See how She sighs
As he passes powerful hands over alabaster skin.
Still without words
None spoken, unneeded
They make love
Glowing from internal fires
Passions, desires
Memories refreshed
They move with deliberation
Climbing the heights together
Her cries marking him
Like the long scratches across his shoulders
Her lover's powerful shoulders
Powering hips with a measured tempo
That answers her body's silent demands
Until the anticipated final act
So consuming that the Angels wept
And the Daemons dreamed of salvation
Then God, who had forbade The union between
Angel and Fallen
Oh how He raged
Like a father scorned
He named them Fugitive
Her from Heaven, He from Hell
And cast them to Earth
Each in a mortal shell
Their punishment to die
On the Earth on which they lay
For defying God
In the name of their love.
And oh, the sweet confusion
Upon the God's face
When the lovers just laughed
Their hopes suddenly granted
A prize beyond dreams
For they kept each other.
And lived a life other.
Than they would have been allowed.
And frolicked in the garden.
That their Mother provided. .
.
And soon, as Man and Woman.
They became Father and Mother.
To a race of lovers.
Poets, Dancers,.
Angels in Human form.
Until the day.
When they lay in the garden.
To slip into sleep.
Still embraced.
As they were when they fell.
Strait into.
A Human's.
Grace.
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