A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

I keep on drying 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.

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

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

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,