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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform

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

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…

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

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

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

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