Read Poem: My Seraph in Disguise, by Tyler R. Martin

from Bourboncigarettesandsyllables.com

A beauty thought reserved only for nature,

Somehow now resides within your eyes,

How can such magic be earthly normal,

Is it real, or just some clever guise?

I wonder, are you a true mortal woman

Or a Seraph, an angel in disguise?

–Your hair of a goddess, with golden streaks

Falling gently on tan, smooth skin;

I envy it, caressing your neck,

Cascading down your back, touching your chin.

You’re speaking softly, with love in your eyes,

Giving me a glimpse of your gorgeous mind,

Such a serene, tantalizing feeling,

Something of heaven and earth combined.

And with a pitch like some divine instrument,

Yours: a voice that serenades so sweetly,

From a grin like a summer sunrise,

A few notes and I’m enthralled completely.

Because truly, I wouldn’t be surprised

Were you to admit to me tenderly:

You’re not just my love, my prize,

But my Seraph, my angel in plain disguise.