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

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering