the patron saint of messengers


i have the sketch to prove it, tho the means are inadequate. how could wax and pigment ever illustrate what you are?

you took down your hair and it fell about your your shoulders, a living mass. the light stood behind you and just for a moment, you looked like the angel Gabriel, messenger of god (god of love, god of peace, god of vengeance) built on the towering scale of cathedrals.

the light shifted and i remembered agnosticism. we fell into heat and i crouched above you (supplication, praise, release).


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