Angeline

How Far Sweet Angeline

The snowy heights of heaven’s ramparts your haunt of youthful choice,
and still, you circle here,
Earth bound by your desire.
Less angel than raptor; and more loving than I deserve.
I am bound, by love.
I am flayed, by lust.
I am laid low
by compulsions whispered must.

How far sweet Angeline
did you fall  my falcon queen?
In spiraled stoop
with knotted fist
To deal this fearsome passion’s blow.
A showering gift – a burst of light;
then this long, slow, smiling
fade to black.
Back perhaps
to dream it all again.

Lg 2-10-09
4-29-12