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

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

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

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

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

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

Tears The crystal rags Viscous tatters Of a worn-through soul Moans

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

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

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