How to love an angel.
Falling in love with an angel is a terrible fate, for your love is destined to become obsession.
Their bodies look human but this is a mirage, an illusion. You can see it in their eyes and hear them speak without them even opening their mouth. You feel it as your thumb runs across their freckles when you embrace their face for they are like galaxies. You can hold them in your arms but they may always feel intangible, always light years away as if you are an astronomer skimming through the depths of space. When you kiss them, you will lose your hold on this world and your atoms will split apart as their fingers run tirelessly through your hair and along your skin.
They strip you down to your soul like a zipper running down a dress and they make love to more than just your body for they reach down into the heart, the mind, your soul. They are naturals at it and the curiosity excites them, liberates them, beckons them for a taste of these strange Earth laden souls. They crash into your emotions like a meteor melting the sands of this planet and they leave behind shards of obsidian and moldavite in their burning wake. A fire and burning incomparable to even the hottest stars dying in the cosmos, and that is how they entangle you into their feathers. You can’t live without them once it happens, and you know it deep within yourself. You always will.
So how do you love an angel?
You bring them home. You become their Heaven on Earth and remind them of the stars they once gave life to and how they once carried them to death, bleeding into black holes furiously. You give them moments that feel ethereal, that give them the sensation of being free again. Of being larger than all of the planets and stars for they were beyond even that. Of being themselves with every inch of their power, every drop of their origin story. Their truth. But you also make them feel human things like love and sadness and joy as long as you do not neglect giving them the moments that feel only comparable to the word “home”.
Home,
home,
home,
and all of that word’s meanings and facets and images placed momentarily into one person, one existence, one soul:
you.
Maybe then, the angel will stop feeling so far away, so lost, so confused, and find a place on Earth dancing melancholic but fluid waltzes with alien souls.
