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                                              Angel in Flesh
                                              by Bohdan Kot

                         Her legs tangle me like a vine.
                         I eat her gentle ripe fruit.
                         She fills me with a green fire.

                         A madness not from heaven or hell
                         swirls on my bed made of clouds.
                         The air lays heavy on my back.
                         My room, dark and blue, forms a glow.

                         The full moon shines on her face
                         while I continue to feast.
                         Angel sheds a smile
                         that spills over me like a wet sun ray.


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Angel in Flesh is copyright 1998 by Bohdan Kot