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

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

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?

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…

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,

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

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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