Blue Sheets
Anna Wildsmith
In heaven
There is no sound
Save the beat of an angel's heart
Dancing with mine
And there is no light
Brighter than his eyes
Facing my eyes
There I go anywhere
I follow the sublime
I died before I came here
Sprawled in a pit of pain
Crushed by a void crawling across my corpse
Lifeless without love
I awoke to the touch
Of his feather wing
Stroking me back to being again
Carrying me hеre
Where I am wеightless
Everything is sacred
And time dies
In heaven
There is no past
But in the past
There are no shadows
No closed doors
All is mystery
And I bathe there
Floating in the arms of a child of paradise
Cleansed by his skin's caress
Living off angel juice
Flying naked in blue sheets