That Dominion

When I used to love the rain, I found work as an umbrella salesman When I loved the sun, shade became my shelter The wind caressed me, so I locked my windows and sealed my drafts I would become numb to it, move my boat from following seas and into rocky coves Stone shelter I … Continue reading That Dominion

after midnight

And we will have, then,these mornings filled with long silences,fingers brushing bare shoulders -that pull away without remorse. And we will see, there,that naked form under shower water,the flash of flush skin under heated water -and we will not begin,unbidden,unwanted. And we will taste, then,salty, wet skin,our tears splashinginto clever coffee cups,sup and sip,the eruption … Continue reading after midnight

the echoing shore

Then there will be a sound,the thunder across the water,the cracking of the ice,the cackle of the clairvoyant -the whistle in a dark alleyAnd the sudden stopof ticking clocksBunin’s rageat marital order,Nin’s heatalong a geographic border -But, where does it begin?Whose voice is that, callingout along the river?What footsteps drag and dredge,quiver and disorderordered stones … Continue reading the echoing shore

toy

And in the darkness you found me -a tossed aside toy, dried tears and spit,the detritus of childhood smeared upon me. A ragged thing, bent into a corner -the attic's smell, old wood and faded memory,replacing cologne and the scent of bourbon. Lifted, turned, held up to dust-filled light -the dirty window bending beams,the heat … Continue reading toy

stay

It's just that damn cliche:I missour kiss. Your mouth wrestlingwith mine,with excuses and searching hearts, seeking For lost time. We were two wild birds fluttering wings,making noises, coos,next to the bookstore. Full of racks of used poets,all of them used, weathered,their author biosPeering at us through the windows. Through the rain. I wish I had … Continue reading stay

The Tenth

...this perfect kiss.These flowers which risewithin the glades, the lightbent by branches, the hum of bees and sap.The touch of, the kiss of, sunupon forest floor. The slow arching neck,ancient heron, aloof in shaded stream.The beating wings, no Leda here,a willing joiner, raising lipscaressed with tender presses,the light which heats.The moment of beginnings.

a river in my hands

Rattling around…rattling around…somewhere in my head thissound is rattling,breathing, likea living thing…. This sound, breathingmurmuring…living river,which tumbles rocks,carries white, rising foamand eager swimmers This river full,life, verdant, green rootsgrasses on the bank,the slippering, long, thickfishwriggling into the muck,riding the curves, the… Water flowing, veinsof blood, of water,coursing through wantonbeating, ragingheart,this primal ride,the murmur risingto screamraging, … Continue reading a river in my hands

This storm

The slight chillthat runs through the heated air –blue skies edging with grey,shades upon shades emerging. The bilious clouds expand,fluffed up by wind-filled mouths,rise along the blue,climb it’s back and rises along it the wind which pushes,kisses the backs of the clouds,eager urging, the grey banks forwards –the overwhelm the sky, fill itform a canopy … Continue reading This storm