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

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

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

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

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

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

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

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

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

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

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

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