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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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