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

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

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

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

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…

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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