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

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of
She came home running

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

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

Beloveds, now we know that we know
Without notice, our dear love can
In the instant that Michael is go
Though we are many, each of us is
Only when we confess our confusion

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

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

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, 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