This Angel on my Shoulder

He sits in silent contemplation
Monochrome white
His stillness unperturbed
By the serrated energy
Of my life
Wing covered eyes
He waits in silent grief
When tears creep
Through the hooded lids
Of my eyes
He sits in
In colours
Before him
I cannot hide
The pounding
And the heart beat
Of men I have held
Leave him
He knows
My deepest longing
To find
Not love, but
The difficult simplicity
Of myself
This angel
On my shoulder
Sits and contemplates
And waits, till
I chose not to hide
And sometimes,
Just sometimes
Through these
Hooded tears of mine
He reaches out
To touch me
To tell me
In the whispering
It is enough
To be myself
Surrounded by
The wings
Of an angel
On my shoulder
My thanks to Neil from Hoodedwept whose passion and love for his creative clothing providing the inspiration for this poem.  Thank you

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