Angels & Dandelions

I will
Dismay you with dandelions
Adrift around your face
As if you were some woebegotten saint 
Surprised by torment as least as much as benediction
Too far, you say
A weed by any other name
Will still defeat
Your more refinéd Eden
How they gentling fall and cling 
To your hair and lips and brow
As if angels in their sorrow
Humbly kissed