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,

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

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…

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

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