213 by Jose Garcia Villa

from the Anchored Angel edited by Eileen Tabios

     I demand brilliance and
Consecration.  Because of a star.
How beautiful is the light like
Grass!  Love is not far
Nor your hand.
                       This being so
Love me well, love me well.
Because what Love is
I saw
           I saw Love well:
Love tied a bell
To your heart. Love said, Kiss
Him and let your heart ring.
And this is the thing.