Quite simply

I might be

the angel of death,

of vision,

of clarity,

of tremulous breath.

Come with me.

I'll take you to heaven

softly.

On generous wings.

I’ll show you

blind faith

and many

other sweet things.

Then I’ll tell

you a story

with my lips

and my heart

and you’ll love me

[a moment]

until that shit

falls apart.

~j~