Enemies- a love story.

Halo

Morbid tricks
pathetic pleas for attention
drenched clothes
running mascara
the bath would over flow-
to the river Nile,
bubbles and lost smiles.

Under your halo
gently you would undress me
tuck me into bed-
your shoulder was a pillow for my head.

Snowdrop orchids
those sweet white buds
sedative painkillers
candy love
in your way you would remind me-
kindness still does exist,
cherubs and hope persists.

My blessed saint
human in all your faults
a stain on my heart
your enduring devotion imparts.