When I Picture An Angel Poem by vern eaker

When I picture an angel this is what I see
Long and full amber hair flowing free and wild
Her face is one of blissfulness softly smiling from glances
Tiny nose and big dark eyes complete with long dark lashes

Glistening moist full pink lips outlining pearly whites
The corners giving way, to cheeks both high and round
A slender lengthy neck alabaster, creamy smooth skin
Spreading into supple shoulders of horizontal eloquence

With lovely outstretched arms inviting my embrace
Unto a cuddly bosom above a shapely waist
Flesh of porcelain white contrasting with the silken hair
Narrow hips become long slender legs ending with feet so fair

She smells of lilacs in the rain, an intoxicating fragrance
Deftly movements of finesse and grace dancing alluring
Dancing to the beating of my heart as it beats fast and light
Wings wide open as she embraces me taking me in flight

Engulfed in each others arms we dance into the heavens
Twirling swaying and holding her near to feel her in my arms
Euphoric serenity empowering us as we move on our way
Dancing with an angel to nirvana where we will stay