When love is a shimmering curtain Before a door of chance That leads to a world in question Wherein the macabrous dance Of bones that rattle in silence

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

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

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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,

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