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

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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