They Are Both Angels | Duet by Ruth Ede & Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

THEY BOTH ARE ANGELS

They are both angels

without wings waiting on winds

We stood still to watch them but to our watch they came

like moonlight in a dark night

they flapped graciously into our arms

darkness exiled

maybe, for a while

From mourning to moaning we modulated

not missing the drop of each moment

We rose and fell like tidal waves

dancing to the raging storm in our hearts

I wish I can sail on forever,

said her heart to his

Why isn't he rowing hard and long?

She pondered, limbs around his hips.

A heart filled with love, is what he gives

I've seen an orchard of hearts, she's one

yet away from view she tries to flee

but the angel flew above her as guide and guard

Cajoled him even deeper

Sucked him into her arms

until there's no room for goodbyes

Dear angel, she said

In grey and grave

with grains or gains

'Can I your crimson crave?

Tattoo on my foreskin your name'

To you am I come, away

from all other ways

And stay?

If you are come to leave again,

take off your limbs and crawl away.

they are both angles

waiting for wings waiting on winds

#Pengician

#SSA

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