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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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