Today an angel, has fallen to earth,
With hair too precious to touch her delicate shoulders.
So willing and open is her touch.
So willing?
So willing towards all.
Open to all.
A starving animal.
Willing and desperate to accept anyone who can nurture its desire.
Almost so desperate to give whatever is desired.
It appears this is her nature.
Raw, grotesque, and natural.
Instinctively surviving,
It appears this is her goal,
Simple pleasures and survival.
Pleasure is how she lives,
She thrives in pleasure,
Her personal space is invaded without her concern.
She is personally public.
Her beauty not heavenly,
She is mearly dressed up.
This angel has not fallen,
But risen as water vapor from the surface of a stagnant swamp.
The swamp vapor risen
