The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.

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

A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since depart… Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens Of their sojourn here

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…

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

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

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

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

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

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

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

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…

A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing