Iridescent curls,
lay askew around her neck.
The wind they blew them upward,
Lifting off her chest.

Her skin so smooth and flawless,
That it almost hurt to look.
She unfurled her wings of beauty,
And stretched them from their nook.

They spread across the open sky,
Blocking out the sun.
Then wrapped them round her torso,
After she was done.

She stood there looking sideways,
Amidst the open fields.
And when she turned to gaze at me,
Her eyes they seemed unreal.

Her pupils interchangeable,
Beside their snowy grey.
And when she closed them briefly,
Long lashes took their place.

So black that they lay striking,
Against her bonny cheeks.
So perfect they were haunting,
They could make the Greek gods weep.

She looked down at her feet,
Which lay bare in dewy grass.
And as she made this movement,
I couldn’t help but gasp.

My angel stood there naked,
With nothing but her wings.
And they were golden honey,
Who’s colours seemed to sing.

Her chest lay unadorned,
Except a single chain.
On it lay a pendant,
Within a silver frame.

As she turned to meet me,
With eyes that were alight.
I couldn’t help but notice,
She smiled with pure delight.

She crossed the space between us,
With a single easy stride.
And wrapped her arms around me,
We set off in twilight skies.