Unholy

With every angle there is an Angel
She glows in the night like pretty pink fireflies even though we call her a daffodil or a rose
She is the butterfly that we all know
She keeps her secrets lock and key but the magic our hearts is between you and me
It might not be the sound of the clouds when the waves hit the ocean but we all sail and surf on different turfs from time to time and before you know it, it will be time for the dream where I can call you mine tonight we may show our affection in our dream by making love between you and me and our bodies but each and every time you are with me I only ever think about us and that is a fact in a story that I can write about in my sleep.