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

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

When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,

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

Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water

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

A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,

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

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

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

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

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