A Letter to Angel

a flame within the soul
needing the desire to love
wanting to touch feel smell
the scents of carnality
evaluating this burning need
mere pleasure for a time
seed the universe with lust
or grow a life in a womb

love indeed, having worshipped
at its altar, that God created
he had spoken of Love above all
to Love, be loved, to forsake
all others, without whom no rings
were exchanged, except that curbed
the unwanted breath, to be birthed
yet he desired to fuse with another

Love yes, in letters profoundly stated
in words, spoken trembling voice poignant
advocating love, loving, promises made
it would come to naught those words
for Love, in love's needs and desires
limber offerings of physical contact
penetration into lust and hearts
of G-spots, could wander off afterwards

hear the beating of your heart
in love deep and true, or not
mere needs to curtain off the dark
of lonely years, wetting sheets
with your loving dreams
until such when you fly
from this shell free at last
or to fold your other half fast

stay true to love spoken then
when blush of youth bloom
stay true as they turn to memories
beneath wrinkles love stays honest.