Your angel is my demon
How do you know my angel is fallen one?
If you could fly, how do you fall?
Singed wings – like Icarus
Pleasure and pain of burnt fingers
Only pleasant memories and scars
Demons dance with angels.
Another commentary po.em from Lorraine and myself. Her words are italicIzed. More of her words are located at http://myfrillyfreudianslip.wordpress.com and http://25wordsmoreorless.wordpress.com