Of an Angel, Your Hands (Poem)

Of an angel, your hands, every time you touch me
Wonder sometimes where your wings could be
Your touch sinks beyond the layers of my skin
Throwing my soul on a wild, joyous spin
A look in your eyes melts the marrow in my bones
Your eyes, two very precious stones
Oh, what you are made of, I cannot tell
From your sweet spring I drink and swim in your warm well
Hold me again, angel of love, and let me feel your heart beat
The drum that keeps me dancing on my feet…