The Nameless

I wished my bones apart in there,
In the black of daytime dreaming,
and in my sorrow and despair,
I found an angel beaming.

If this is life,
then give me death,
for there is no golden gleaming,
except for her,
this divine one, of kinky hair and burnished skin
Whose smiles are a-twist with screaming.

-Emilienne C. Bratt (7/27/14)