You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing

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

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

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

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

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

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