Be my forgettable angel

Words make love with thoughts of passions love like the hopeful fantasies of angels in different kinds of places.

As innocent white letters kissing in the air as only mild gentle stares, 'tween the prettiest of all the stars as prayers

A childish touch on the cheek from their breathed sentences with every smile they speak a thousand poems to the sun and commands to the fires they're protecting us from as we dream over the gentle shores of our tender slumber slobbering, snoring or even sitting up to wipe our snotty noses staring at the candle in the dark so afraid of dying from the weighty words they bare we just dream of making a cuppa tea and find the self wondering what's even out there beyond our eyes reach

Hearing souls brushing each others hands above the featheriest clouds in the kindest orbs of lightening gold as their perfect olden elder bodies of knowledge free fall in softest love in every moral growing stronger with brightness

God keeps the words of innocence and yours pure and true no matter what unkind words have sadly spoken to you or your soul or them and despite the competitions greedy people see love as instead of choosing to simply play the game or just be as free as loving minds that pray over obsticles they've have already been protected from in the future Father Mother God be willing with his devine interventions and love and light

You may chose to show your face to this human vessel and put down the masks of attention for your beloved worshipped, or you might have shown your face on the tarot through yourself or others breaths and smoking branches, overcame your fears of good or evil, agoraphobia and zenaphobia, etceteraphobia even stood on that great stage of life from simple dream to the fulfilling gates of rome, even sat at the steps of God running fingers over your smooth, bald, pretty spirit heads or physical bodies.

But one day these memories are gonna be flying in those fractiles of letters as tiny sparkles glittering so delicate only a creator will ever read them or forget them.
Maybe we'll hear the buzzing of what holds this puzzled poem of paragraphs that is life and death and maybe more together.