arms of an angel
she leans back into his arms --
the arms of an angel.
for once she follows
heart rather than head,
knowing the price.
despite his arms around her,
questions tattoo her brain:
is it worth it?
is he worth it,
worth it all?
slowly she straightens,
gently,
regretfully,
loosening his embrace,
looking deeply into
his too-wise eyes --
his too-knowing eyes.
averting her gaze,
she stands,
turns,
walks away,
never looking back.
--Cassandra Lowery