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…
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Laughter brave
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…
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
beyond this rage of poetry.
A last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
But I, now,
They went home and told their wive…
that never once in all their lives…
had they known a girl like me,
But... They went home.
They said my house was licking cle…
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…
The crystal rags
Of a worn-through soul
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,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke…
Stranglers to our outstretched nec…
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
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
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