ANGEL
She weeps,
I watched as each
tear slids off her serene face.
Fingers reached out,
I touched those warm dews
and placed them on my lips...
bitter. sweet.
never salty. never same.
Our eyes met,
one tear-filled, the other unread.
She blinked as another tear fell
I reached out, in time for its salvation
from the abyss below.
I stroked her cheek, and glanced away.
I stepped back and knelt down to pray,
I heard her whisper,
"thank you, child, for bearing my pain."
And then I stood up, went to the door,
and sold my soul to the devil,
whose hands are yours.