What is this specter
that envelops on me?
An angel from above;
some kind of biology?
I know I don’t know
all so I’d be pleasantly
pleased if there were
both at play for sanity.
There’s not always a
part of me so pleased.
I know physical things
that do put me at ease.
Skin caressing mine,
a rapture of euphoria
explodes in my mind.
A drug in me for you.
It enters my blood it
warms me to my soul.
In such a state I pray
for an angelic control.
What I will decide I
am not quite so sure.
My mind and my soul
at work give me cure.
There are times when
a body’s not there I see
a part buried so deep
in my spirit’s a remedy.
Days they can be both
a heaven and or a hell.
Wherever it may be I
hope it makes me well.
