On a dark blue New Years night of 2099 There was a woman Crouching on my Roof. She Had short, dark thick hair, touching her neck . wings like a Vulture, pail white skin that must have been given to her by the Heavens, vlouptious dark lips given to her by the night, huge empty black eyes. she wore a long dark black coat. she took a hold of his hand and she open her strong thick wings. as they flew into the darkness. she strikes fear into the hearts of evil beings. she is the dark angel the " Avenging Angel." her wings moveing quietly & her coat blowing from the speed of the wind. she looked at him & smiled
I feel her cold breath on my skin. I am flying with the dark angel. she looks like a vulture circling its prey. it appears that the stars in the night sky are shooting past me in the moon light. we landed on top of the space Needle here in seattle, the night air is cool & fresh.she placed one finger under my warm chin & drew my face close to her's. she shut her eyes & kissed me with her warm dark lips. and I firmly held onto her slim hips, as our lips touched. of her new years eve kiss.
poem by christine
