Poem by
Chris Cameron
ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS Features shocking and rarely seen the epitome of a human being: hair aquatic, tamed by the flames of the labyrinth, body shaped like a unique vase, skin fairly touched by the kind rays of the sun, soul as deep as a black hole in space, her essence irresistible to man, honeysuckle taste. My angel is real and true as the clouds white and the sky blue— Ashley, my Nevaeh, my angel without wings— I’m missing u.
