angels of the night

oh, sweet angels of the night
beautiful, floating goddesses
granting my every wish
my every aching desire

she has seen me desperate
drunk and dreary, brain dead and done
she, the long limbed nymph with
the greatest ass in existence

and the other, the pint-sized pretty eye
with her hair tied back
as tight as her body

they’ve read my bill to me at night’s end
because my eyes had left my head
they went walking the streets to find other heads

every eve these angels greet me
holding no memory against me
then send me home again
to sleep a heavy, dreamless slumber
to lick my wounds and forget my shame


your angel

I may not be what you’re looking for
I may not hold all of your dreams
this may not be your idea of love
but this is all I have to give you
I’ve held the best poem for you
this is your gift: my creativity
my light, my soul, my fire
I held it all for you only
my dear, my sweet, my love
others, I have given much
I’ve danced on the moon with one
kissed the sun with another
flown in the wind with many
but with you my heart resides
always and for ever
others have known my endless cares
revelled in my happiness – my joy
other souls have felt my touch
yet I hold the most for you
my greatest poetry will not be for them
they cannot hold my words
though pleasure they may give me
my heart – it stays with you
others have tried to win your hand
and in this task they’ve failed
although your mind they claim
your heart, they’ll never touch
I don’t pretend to know your heart
or be what you sought
but I can, and will try