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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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