An Angel (on the ceiling)

There’s an angel on the ceiling.

Her heavenly voice,

singing sweetly, gently coaxing,

her  invitation almost hypnotic.


Charmed, I rise to greet her

abandoning the shell beneath

But foolishly, I do not desist to look upon

my punishment is etched on my soul


Jealous, she demands my focus

I award her with my gaze

for below awaits fiery depths

above she rewards me with peace.


And though I am still afflicted

no longer am I alone here,

for there’s an angel on the ceiling

one I will never resist.