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“Wings” by Ashton Fludd

Of the angels I clipped her wings.
I lured her away from cloud
nine.
She and I encased in a bubble
on the crescent moon
where we cuddled.
Every kiss an equal reaction,
an exchange
of energies
so familiar…

Yet and still brand new…

This was us in the Garden of Eden
indulging in the forbidden fruit.
Judgment day would find us,
we’d have to answer
for our transgressions.
Bow before the king of kings.
Ask for his grace and mercy.
Lord knows if I could
I’d do it
all over
again.