lying there so peaceful
night lulls him into oblivion
he's as beautiful as an angel
his chest rising and receding slowly
his skin radiating with such innocence
nothing can touch him now
no pain is suffered, no sadness known
he rests on a cloud in the heavens
where the angels envy his beauty
and the angels refuse to sleep
for they must stare in disbelief
and i hear them at night
whispering among themselves
in awe of his perfection
my angel
