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

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

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

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

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Marked the mastodon, The dinosaur, who left dried token… Of their sojourn here

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

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

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

Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a

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…

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

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