• a heartfelt musical blot
    suspended note-like
    a drop of ink, an errant
    falling black jewel
    from the nib of a pen.
    Love poetry from nuns.

    Deceptive hands, a mouth that leads,
    heartfelt, naturally, to
    blushing shame whispers in the dark
    and skin touching skin
    so sensitive that it not-quite-hurts.
    Love poetry from monks.

    Is this what love poetry is?
    Setting our sexual escapades to task
    like gaudy, brilliant rhinestones
    on black velvet
    like some tacky local newsreel.
    the ugliest sort of poetry
    is love poetry. Especially
    Love poetry from priests.