Fallen Angel
D Dónall Dempsey
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Taking the hem
of your dress
gently in such
delicate fingertips
each a beautiful little fish
swimming amongst the seaweed of white tassels
you
raise it
slowly by degrees
to reveal
the beauty of your nakedness
its preciousness
your body
smiling at me
as if it were
a blessing
and I(a tortured
soul)
being forgiven
despite
my unworthiness
allowed
into heaven.
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