Willing Angel

The shadow shift
of your hip
waking heaven
in the darkness,
she reaches for you—
rock of ages,
tower of stone.
Soft white wings
spread wide,
she welcomes you,
a gentle trespass
into fleshy rosebud center.
Take your wayward,
willing angel
beyond the ancient ruins
of every past,
sink core-deep
into molten silver heat
until she feels love’s pulse
beating in her breast
and her heart sings
for you alone.