Angel

When you’re connected with me the lighting strikes through us

Did you feel that?

Your hand is cold in mine

Conductive

My breath is shaking 

Angel’s softness has thrown my hard body in a tumbler

Smooth my cracks

Smooth is not soft

Sweet sticky marshmallow pillows

so sweet. 

His fingertips zap my skin and leave heat trails behind

Apparitions of pressurized kisses crash my dreams

Did my hug embed itself in you?

If not I’ll hug you harder

Will you cuddle me when I get home?

I’m still cradled in the last one you gave me