MY LITTLE ANGEL

You are my little angel. You are the darkness, the cruel smile dressed up as a sunbeam. You are my eventual traitor, my incarcerator with the innocent eyes. I speak the truths of life in chants and song, I break open the doors in wide perception. I am the life that is - full-writ, yet you roll your eyes and shake your head. You lock me into dungeons with stained and misted windows and talk of reason and calm, of gestures and balance. The little angel with eyes of flint and lips of pursed ivory, my little angel.