When the trumpets blow, <br />I will see her, the angel Evelyn, <br />lifted on a cloud, <br />air-jet transporting her <br />to heights. Pleasure is slight, <br />perfection interpreted. <br />She wants to be healed. <br /> <br />Please, grant her <br />that rare sex <br />that doesn't start <br />when it begins or end <br />when it is over. <br /> <br />Little Evelyn, soon an angel, <br />one maimed leg, I weep <br />to see it, the slight <br />drag of her right foot.<br /><br />Sarah Sarai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-appearance-of-the-angel-evelyn/
