Your hands easy weight, teasing the bees hived in my hair, your smile at th… slope of my cheek. On the occasion, you press

I keep on dying again. Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children. Memory of old tombs,

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of lonelines… until love leaves its high holy te… and comes into our sight

When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, an att…

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry