Rite of Love

  Angel requires me to write of love
to immortalize the pleasures we have found.
I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,
I pluck it from the bush and pick off every thorn.
I press it flat and let it dry,
Then mount it in a frame and hang it on a wall.
The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,
& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.

Angel requires me to write of love
to immortalize the pleasures we have found.
I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,
I reach to pull it from the sky, rip it rootless from a pot of gold
& with color dripping out both ends,
I paint the page with rainbow blood.
The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,
& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.

Angel requires me to write of love
to immortalize the pleasures we have found.
I wish to please my love, and so my love to prove,
I reach, I touch, I grasp and try to hold;
I push it toward the page and crush it flat;
I pin its tender torso firmly to the sheet
& arrange its wings for maximum effect.
The display is appealing, delicate and pleasing,
& captivates the eye with colors intricate and bold.