thinking of you

a seraph descends from the heavens
and embraces the boy
with the brittle smile.

an emotionally-torn youth
with hopes and dreams and a future
as vague as the seraph’s presence.

fleetingly they encounter:
always a brief glance,
and yet, their eyes never meet.

the seraph’s name,
always a feeble whisper
upon the breath of the boy,
and yet, is naught but taboo.

his heart races—
always a major change
to the inexperienced spirit of the boy.
he’s suddenly hopeful,
and yet, unnoticed by the stars.

if only angels were demons!
for then the boy would be
released from the seraph.