our human lives are the angel’s erotica.

the daily sex and bliss and heartache and missed opportunities.

the mistakes we never learn from.

the chance encounters and impossible coincidence

discovered

or ignored.

they cheer for our sins

and our acts of kindness

with the same tear-stained adoration.

my impossible life,

my improbable death.

i breathe fire and soak in desire.

the electricity that i conduct is an orchestra in my mind;

set to the beat you have programmed into my heart.