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

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

Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud

My man is Black Golden Amber Cha… Warm mouths of Brandy Fine Cautious sunlight on a patterned r… Coughing laughter, rocked on a whi… Graceful turns on woolen stilts S…

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

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

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

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

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

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

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