and while looking for relief,

this dark haired appartion smiled

"i'll be an angel in your grief."

^*^

with brown eyes, bright, and bottomless;

lips quick to smile and red;

she had my undivided attention.

I should have known my ass was had.

^*^

How much does an angel cost?

That's all i need to know!

She said: "shit honey, money ain't nothin',

I just want your soul."

^*^

"Oh my Choctaw princess i don't know

that sounds like a lot."

She just smiled and shrugging said;

"It's the price of what i got."

^*^

Now i thought my soul intangible;

she can't collect her fee.

So why not play her game for now,

and then walk away scot-free?

^*^

So for no better reason than the thrill

i told the angel yes,

and followed her back to her home,

my God! that swaying silky dress.

^*^

We crossed the threshold arm in arm,

inside she turned to me.

She said; "There's Whiskey and Tequilla,

help yourself, and then we'll see."

^*^

Her rooms were sparely furnished.

A few nice blankets on the walls.

A Redtail feather on the mantle,

beside a corn husk doll.

^*^

Her bedroom smelled of sweetgrass,

her granny's quilt, like sage,

her breasts, a hint of primrose,

and lower, still more sage.

^*^

i kissed her lips, her eyes, her hair;

then kissed the angel's breast;

and never felt that too subtle theft,

though, i'll not soon forget the rest.

^*^

-lg