Send me love,
angel. Silent, sleepy.
If you can’t send me love,
send me this beauty
and I’ll call it love.
He has become universal
and now the universe advises me.
Send me bees with wings
in orgasm; birds glittering
in a coolish sky. I
will be your flower,
in this moment.
Send me shining buds,
sighing instead of him. I
only give out to the spring,
if I can’t give at all to him.
Send me love,
angel. I’ll give it up,
I’ll fall for you.