They smiled, satisfied, at the twisted halo,
counting, on their fingers, every feather that fell.

Who knew flesh and bone could be so alluring,
or that dust and dust yield such yearning,
that shame could cause such burning?

My ears ring with angel laughter,
All I heard after…

Skin and blood and flesh and bone,
I refuse to atone.
Body, spirit, and in soul,
He is mine and mine alone.