Fallen Man

I watched as a man fell from the midnight sky.
I ran from the house, through the fields to the guy.
Bruised and unconscious he laid on the floor.
Checking his heart beat, but doing nothing more.
His face was handsome, strong and bold,
His body fit and firm like from the days of old.
Eyes fluttering, he showed off his spheres.
A big beautiful blue, glass just as clear.
His lashes were long, and as dark as his hair.
Naked and alone, but he didn't seem to care.
Gently taking his hand and pulling him to his feet.
He met my eyes, his skin as gold as wheat.
I croaked a 'hello' and shyly waved.
He laughed pulling me close, in the attention he craved.
Hugging him back, his skin blue and sore.
He cringed a little but from the hug he never tore.
Looking up at his face, wonder in my eyes,
Was he an angel, fell from the skies?
Maybe it was like the weather girls said,
Perfect men will fall to earth, to fill the women's beds.

©Odd
( if only this would really happen... )