INTERCESSION

I sweeten her life
with my voice.

Recite
as she dies

poems she likes
scattered fragments of her

childhood
the dictionary has a word for it

"loveless"
as clinical as that.

It pins her
like a butterfly

in a collection
in her father's study.

There is only my voice.

She smiles.
Steps into the poem

It closes
about her.

". . .THE WONDROUS ARCHITECTURE OF THE WORLDE. . . ."

There are no more words.

Only thought
that places her

in her poem
this her heaven.

My words
an intercession

taking her beyond
this world.

The words
love her.

I close her eyes.

I close my eyes.