Angelic Woman Poem by Bosun Abdul

I see behemoth of beauty
as substance of a palatial paradise,
Your effulgence, need I palmistry to discern
I dwell in the mortal realm of gravitational obedience?

My heart pace to opacity of my existence as I eke into your
world of seraphic motion - ineluctable optic work.
This I call the discovery of my dream. Angelic ebullience -

have you wings - would you
fly me places. Your coruscating
strides engendered instant
murk of the sun, could it be

night? - we throng to your sparkling light. From the orb
of your eyes; the bloom of your sight, that I desire forever in your arms.

Oopsadaisy! But I got caught by the torrid dream! Our world is yet a noon.