My Guardian Angel's Bed (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“I want you in my bed”

He said to me in sincerity

The phone call came when

I was in the middle of my shift

As a dancer at the Lost Angel

A bar near the lake of fire

I had a made a pact with Lucifer

In order to protect my family

Other angels weren’t as aware as me

Though I had to learn seduction to save them

I was the best one at it, it pained God

But I was God’s spy and very loyal

But the pay of the job kept me employed

Much longer than I had intended

“You should be with one person”

He spoke again, Stefan, he was the one

The call came when I was on break

I was sitting on a flaming couch

Fire no longer burned me, my wings scorched

Yet still beautiful and ready to take flight

“My senses are weak, how will I find you?”

I frantically used my smell, my sight weak

He was close but I wasn’t certain

With all my might, I left the Lost Angel

I flew into the sky, ash falling from my wings

When I got outside his house outside the Gates

I could see heaven over the moon

Neither I nor Stefan were ready for liberation

Though our union could set that path

I banged on the door and he opened it

He was the sexiest angel I had ever seen

He had skin burns like me, but long healed

He was brushing his teeth and told me go to his bed

“You’re too beautiful to be dancing for Him”

I sat and stared, wondering why this angel cared

I was too guarded, too burned, to believe him

“I want you in my bed, I watched you for 900 years”

I gasped. What did he mean? Was he for real?

His face seemed sincere and then grabbed me

He kissed me and I weakened and I healed

The ashes of my wings began to become white, feathery

I looked at his arms and, there, in front of my face

Was a tattoo of me. He was my guardian angel.

All the pain I carried was gone and I saw my husband

I laid in bed with him and fit into him like a puzzle piece

(to be continued)

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