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

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
Of a worn-through soul
Moans

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of lonelines
until love leaves its high holy te
and comes into our sight

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

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

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that
Some people wrap their lies around
And you sit wondering

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darke
Stranglers to our outstretched nec
Stranglers, who neither care nor
care to know that

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

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

Your smile, delicate
rumor of peace.
Deafening revolutions nestle in th
cleavage of
your breasts