There she rests at the foot of my bed
Staring into my soul
With eyes that shatter hearts
& turn your darkest thoughts to gold
I froze
Intimidated to say the least
She slowly approached me
As I uncontrollably fell to my knees
What’s come over me?
Passionately worshiping her toes & praising
Her feet
Like a young boy from Georgia I climbed the tree
In search of a peach
Still not in command of my actions I approve of
Them all
Who is this goddess like creature that reminds a poet
Enormous as myself that I am oh so small
Juices of joy run down my neck only to stop
At the top of my chest
Clutching the back of her thighs while pushing
My face forward
Overly excited & craving for more
She spreads her wings
Knocking my dresser to the floor & braking my door
(My mothers going to kill me when she sees this)
Releasing me from her grip
I stared into her face with a confused gaze
Then she spoke
I’ve turned cowards to kings &
Whimps to warriors
When I visit them at night
But today I received the most pleasing pleasure
By helping humble a cocky poet to write
The greatest poem of his life

Terrance Woolridge

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-angels-gift/