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,

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

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

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…

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

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

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

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

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

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?

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

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

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