ANGELS

If you returned today
I would
	fly	
		fly
			fly
against your chest
like a bird
		against
			  a
				pane
trying to escape
or fight a mirrored rival.

Since you won't
I'll just forget
	your
		youthful
				tilt
and how you pleated
my loose cloth--with
	a
		crooked
				seam.

Lesleigh Forsyth's Questions:

Is the format of this poem too mannered?

Do the images seem disconnected?

Does the poem say things about complicated relationships that anyone is interested in hearing, or is it too personal?