by Angela Topping
Saturday, March 10, 2007
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A light-hearted poem about angelic love and devilish love from my new collection, 'The Way We Came'
The love of angels is pure and lofty.
You dine on clouds, eat with silver spoons
and in ice palaces, honeymoon.
You fly in a flurry of white wings,
roost in trees for fun and frighten poets.
The kiss of an angel is like drinking champagne.
When you enter a room, lights blaze
to a fanfare of trumpets and caviar.
The love of devils is all beating hearts, drums
and the thrum of insane lust.
He touches you, leaving a burnt paw-print,
a love bite. He brings you gifts of brimstone
for your bath, his halo made of steam.
His eyes burn with desire when he makes you
Java Lava coffee, offers Turkish Delight.
He cannot marry you. None of this is real.