Sly angel

Sliding over to your side,
I suddenly fell in slumber.
You, my angel, slammed into my
sleep --and made me number.

It'll make me live in tender slavery,
I now realize I had been slain.
Slashing open my warm chest,
a hidden trick was up your sleeve,
a smack that slaughters with no pain.

It may slice off my poor heart, if it must...
Your sly enchantment has me
up the slant, beyond of trust.

Marcus 09/04/05