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

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

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

We were entwined in red rings Of blood and loneliness before The first snows fell Before muddy rivers seeded clouds Above a virgin forest, and

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

Give me your hand Make room for me to lead and follow you beyond this rage of poetry.

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

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

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

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

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

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

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

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

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