The Angel fell upon me.
And how she laid across me
she looked like a fallen angel.
So I raised her up, uplifted her.
Her breasts met
the morning light.
God saw this and God created
color.
The blue of day was born.
God gasped, God was overwhelmed.
God gave up.
God gave the colors and the day
back to all of us.
So as the angel breathed out
she shared sacredness with me
and everyone else.
Knowing we together on that
morning had reformed God,
the Angel gave me a dress of
dazzling color
that I wore to
Autumn’s banquet that evening.
She wants me to look like
the changing leafs.
I am a changer and I am
her woman.
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