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

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

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

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…

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

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

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

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

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

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win

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,

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