If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from the shifting of one body

I began by loving women & the love turned to bitterness. My mother, the bitter, whose bitter lesson–

You sleep in the darkness, you with the back I love & the gift of sleeping through my noisy nights of poetry. I have taken other men into my tho…

This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,

Knowing our lives a drowse towards death (attended by dogs & children) how can it not matter

The great bed of the world arching over graves over Babi Yar with its multitude of bones, with battalions of screams

In Autumn, as in Spring, the sap flows, the sap wishes to race against heartbeats

The women he has had are all faces without eyes. He has entered them blind as a cut worm. He has swum their oceans

We sit on a rock to allow our souls to catch up with us. We have been traveling a long time.

Living in a house near the Black Forest, without any clocks, she’s begun to listen to the walls.

I love to go to sleep, When bed takes me like a lover wrapping my limbs in cool linen, soothing the fretfulness

Because you did, I too arrange fl… Watching the pistils just like ins… And the hard, red flesh of the pet… Widening beneath my eyes. They mo… Of clocks, seeming not to move exc…

On the first night of the full moon, the primeval sack of ocean broke, & I gave birth to you

Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be

The lessons we learned here (fumbling with our lunchbags, handkerchiefs & secret cheeks of bubblegum) were graver than any