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?