I keep on dying again.Veins collapse, opening like theSmall fists of sleepingChildren.Memory of old tombs,Rotting flesh and worms doNot convince…
Petulant priests, greedycenturions, and one millionincensed gestures standbetween your love and me.Your agape sacrificeis reduced to colored glass,vapid penance, and…
Beloved,In what other lives or landsHave I known your lipsYour HandsYour Laughter braveIrreverent.Those sweet excesses thatI do adore.What surety is…
Your skin like dawnMine like muskOne paints the beginningof a certain end.The other, the end of asure beginning.
Her arms semaphore fat triangles,Pudgy hands bunched on layered hipsWhere bones idle under years of fatbackAnd lima beans.Her jowls shiver…
When I was young, I used toWatch behind the curtainsAs men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old…
The free bird leapson the back of the windand floats downstreamtill the current endsand dips his wingsin the orange sun…
Lying, thinkingLast nightHow to find my soul a homeWhere water is not thirstyAnd bread loaf is not stoneI came up…
When you come to me, unbidden,Beckoning meTo long-ago rooms,Where memories lie.Offering me, as to a child, an attic,Gatherings of days…
We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our…