Someone said it was National Poetry Month? So. I wrote this several weeks ago.
Love flew in my window last night.
Stretched his wings out wide and came to rest upon my heart.
Feathered up all his sumptuous sweet breath
And called awareness to his sound.
Come close, Love.
Sing your soft song down my throat
And fill my belly with Sacrifice and smoky threads of Charity.
You won’t pass this way again
And I can’t refuse your delicious flight and feast.