Asking an Angel

Here's I poem I wrote specifically for a contest about consent... so here yah go!

Asking the Angel

By Luke Muench

The words

stumble out of my mouth,

a steady stream of uncertainty

breathed into my hand

as if it could convey

all my hopeless feelings

to the angel for me,

too holy for me to look upon,

my eyes averted to stare

at my dirt stained shoes.

She giggles to herself,

sending me a frightening current

that courses up and down my back;

it excites and causes fright

with the flap of a wing,

the sway of her hair,

a glorious pendulum

that ties up my heart

and holds my primal instincts

at bay.

Slow strides announces her presence,

a light breeze billowing through my mind,
this clock cranking at full speed,

steam sputtering out of my ears

and cogs breaking from the strain.

I brace my chest for the impact,

as if the bullet of denial

had already entered my chest.

Eyes closed, I feel a foolish bravery

straightening my back,

I standing still for my execution.

Two ropes wrap around my chest

As she readies to…

No- not ropes.

Kindly hands halo my head,

placing my lips onto hers,

where they belong,

a key slipping into the proper lock

and unlatching a passion

that feels so right, so natural.

I smile through the tongue-tied embrace,

a silent pat on the back.

For this could never have been

had my intentions faltered,

had my gaze gone astray.

Her heart is all that matters,

beating modestly in her chest,

contrasting the train

crashing through my ribs

with a new, fervent fuel

to send it on its course.