He was yearning for an angel

what he found

was a woman

in flesh

and blood

with curly hair

and lips like wine

and limbs

like soft feathers

just as tender

as a touch of those

but the colour

of her curls

was not

red

it was like

a forests shadow

and just as cool

she was no angel

 she was no devil

she was

just herself

childlike

and

old like a sage

and wild

and free

strong and weak

just

a female

human

being

no angel

no

no angel

just

a soul

in a body

with passion

and

endurance

oh yes

man

mind you

mind your woman’s

soul