'Angel': A Poem by December Lace

ANGEL

He wants to take me with him, ember

touch tracing spine, a relapse into heaven-

escape from escape.

Goblet of liquid pearls poured into my throat

as a forgotten holy book is read to me.

Words of ancient confused men who didn’t understand

love like this, the flutter

my anatomy makes at his echo,

what the image of his wings does to me

is enough to invoke life into my sleeping soul.

Cast his divine spell onto me, for I am devout

and even my unnoticed prayers are enough

to build shrines to the temple of his name.

He is my cathedral, location unknown

and my back is sore with travels, feet clean and unmarked.

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December Lace is a former professional wrestler and pinup model from Chicago. She is a Best of the Net nominee and has appeared in the Chicago Tribune, Pro Wrestling Illustrated, The Cabinet of Heed, Mookychick, Pussy Magic Lit, Vamp Cat, Coffin Bell, Twist in Time, Dark Marrow, and Rhythm & Bones YANYR Anthology, among others as well as the forthcoming Pink Plastic House. She loves Batman, burlesque, cats, and horror movies. She can be found on Twitter and Instagram @TheMissDecember or http://decemberlace.blogspot.com.