My Angel Writes to Me
My angel writes to me
Such sultry verses on moonlit nights,
That make me ponder the veracity
Of female nouns and verbs.
And those voluptuous adjectives
That she sprinkles down on me,
Just make me blush like some love-stricken
Teenage boy,
Just learning the complexities of love.
My angel writes to me
In flowing rivers and shimmering lakes,
In fluent language of the countless stars,
With logic of the mountains and meadows.
She writes to me in freely floating forms
That glide and swim upon her little tongue,
She kisses me with passion of her grammar,
As I forget my childhood's ABC's.
My angel writes to me,
And I observe all that is beautiful and resplendent
Through her eyes--a genuine and permanent beginner--
As she unfolds the treasures of her love.
My angel writes to me with her transparent ink,
That's splattered in her lips,
Her hair and eyes,
As I stand speechless and restless
In the wind and listen to the music
Of her laughter.
February 19, 2008
Copyright © 2008 by Alexander Shaumyan