I met an angel

he hadn’t come for me…

he had glass wings

transparent

and a joy breath

perfumed

pure gold on lips

and two sweet eyes

as the lost fruit

he blew with heart

coloured words

only thoughts of love

and respect

and the biggest

with the same devotion

he honoured ground

over which he laid

his graceful feet

he honoured the air

and the river and the

food he picked up

naked

he wasn’t ashamed of walking along the ways

I plucked him

as a rare flower

I planted him

in my garden

I grew him up