Angels on a Needle

And I saw you
on the carpet,
making angels with your hands.
Such a...delicate sigh
as you glance to where I stand.

And I kissed you
on the forehead;
the angels ran away.
Such a...delicate SCREAM
as the halos began to fade.

Tell me:
on the head of a pin,
would the angels dance
while the devils sin?
Tell me:
on the point of a needle,
would the angels dance
and desert the steeple?

And I saw you
on the carpet,
telling angels your goodbyes.
Such a...delicate smile.
The angels, the angels have died.
The angels, the angels have died.

~10/2005