Angel with no religion - poem 1 (abroad, at sea)

Angel with no Religion

She lies with her back to me in bed
And I only know now what I was missing
This angel so warm, so perfect now
My angel with no religion

Her sweet half smile through wetted lips
And sighs cannot disguise
Her fierce deep love and honeyed logic
Stare softly through Inuit eyes.

I would show her all my childish self
The very core of what I am
As from this mire of bone and hate
She dragged this drowning man

Tea with honey and toast with cheese
The sandy humid Spanish air
Lost down streets two egos run
Leaving silhouettes, just me, just her

Not through this throat shall mistruths pass
Nor love professed just cynically
This sleeping jewel took all my rage
And gave me back my poetry

Yet those three words not needed now
As sleep comes sweeping on the dew
Because she knows as well as I
You to me, me to you