Are You, Hungry?

An angel landed on my table
this very lovely morning
in a shape and form
as from some other dream,
He asked me:
"Are you - Single?"
"Are you - Taken?"
"No? Neither?"
I had to look at him from many angles
to make sure he is actually real
or that my dream is, self-substantially
not asking me, away, in ways
unbeknownst, without remorse.
"Are you the Saint George I see?"
I asked him, slowly, my mouth trembling
in a tongue that I have never used before
to make sure he is he as he is known
in those languages, to me.
"Hungry?"
#actsofreappearance