Disregard the brimstone and the smouldered feathers all around me,
I’m no angel but I’d surely fallen when you found me, 
Roasted clean of plumage on the spit of my desire, 
I was mean and foolish ‘til you touched my cheek and quench my fire,
Leaving me to smoulder and the embers were my shame,
Paradise forgotten, my new heaven was to speak your name, 
Knowing that all mantled wings I’d worn before were not worn true, 
Angels save, it’s what they do, and so I gave my wings to you.