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

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

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

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

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

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

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

We, this people, on a small and lo… Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way o… To a destination where all signs t… It is possible and imperative that…

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

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

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

One innocent spring your voice meant to me less than tires turning on a distant street. Your name, perhaps spoken,

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,

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

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