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

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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…

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

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

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

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

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