in the throes

it must have been a sad sweet dream
your thin drawn body writhing
tangled in the sheets
slowly dancing to the music
of your old New Orleans streets
carried on the cool night air
blowing through your bedroom window
tangled in your hair
restless angels hovering above
breathless in the throes of love

it lingered like a long slow kiss
your body warm and willing
predisposed to bliss
entwining with your midnight lover
in a neon colored tryst
turning gold and blue and red
the city lights outside your window
drawn into your bed
jealous angels hovering above
breathless in the throes of love

it must have left a sad sweet taste
I could almost see him leaving
with slow unfolding grace
moving through the silent play
of light and shadow on your face
burning and broken descending through the air
I hear you talking in your sleep
every word a prayer
for the angel falling from above
abandoned to the throes of love