The poems congregate like unopened letters
Whispering their sweet and sorrow  

I catch a word here and there:
Eyebrow, sling shot, Gilligan, heron   

Frisky gifts winking their secrets                    
Hidden intentions urging a closer kiss              

Shapeshifting angels and perfumed demons
They absolve my lapsed abandon  

The crone with the broken blessing
God bending the forgiven knee