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

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…

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

Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

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

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

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

The highway is full of big cars going nowhere fast And folks is smoking anything that… Some people wrap their lies around… And you sit wondering

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

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

I note the obvious differences in the human family. Some of us are serious, some thrive on comedy. Some declare their lives are lived

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

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