Wear My Love Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wear my love like prosaic rose petals
falling in the rain after a summer storm
undress me with your eyes, leaf by leaf.
Let the dew tremble on a clothesline.

Waiting for our discarded clothes
we threw heaven-would without words
a prayer inside already answered,
that's left us without any relinquishing doubts.

Oh listen, I hear angels singing, learning to cry
giving up their wings to fall not fly,
fall-like prosaic rose petals…
Falling in the rain; just…after a summer rainstorm.

Hell, a long way from home, has them yearning
to shake the dew from a clothesline
and wear clothes-flaming-red rose petals once again.
Only to be discarded later on—newly clothed.