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

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

You drink a bitter draught. I sip the tears your eyes fight to… A cup of lees, of henbane steeped… Your breast is hot, Your anger black and cold,

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

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…

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

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

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

FOR DAVID P—B The eye follows, the land Slips upward, creases down, forms The gentle buttocks of a young Giant. In the nestle,

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

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

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

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…