Sweet suffering 

Concealed by wings and flourish 

By holy divinity 

It’s curious to imagine both 

An angel 

And her vices 

Could we be so different 

If you sin too 

If you fall like I fall

If you bleed like me 

Could we meet on earth for a bit 

Could we leave the book on the shelf for just one drink 

Could we talk about how your wings ache sometimes 

Could we forget momentarily who gave them to you

I might not be saved 

But forgive me Angel 

I don’t know if you are either  

I’ll pour the whiskey 

You grab the smokes 

Let’s sit here in our mortality 

And fall 

Is it okay,

 if we fall together?