How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends, the final fish dive, that soothing bow rends the…
Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into the night: not Fat. Not going. No, not…
One blinding bliss, one holy shroud, two binding prudent vows, we understand our other as knowledge does endow with kindness unrelenting, with mercy uncowed by…
Follow me not, for nor can you find these flowers of an unborn Spring; for dancers append to the Earthly hue the lights of lingering,…
My dearest moment, still yet holding on air since ears seek wisdom and eyes, stairs spiraling upward to sniff out true tunes of the notes…
It’s rare to light this late at night our burning casual evening rhyme encased in the walls of our tight little peaks sliding smooth into…
Your attitude, indelible, speaks of a milder extreme that would launch our sleek, sweet dreamings alight upon those dusky harboured nights’ moon laid clean on…
Only that tracing finger along a sinuous ridge hints at the valley that you might flow within in some secret pleasure dome that your seams…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross pleasures of sense attend, for our summer I’d…
Waking up without you is as impossible as waking up with you is too, since waking seems most irresponsible to all of the love we’ve…
Poetry prowess is a thing for practice, like muscles, meditation, music, and patience, but partner pairing is something like a lattice: cross-stitched, beautiful, and woven…
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet, soft, sweetly spell out the words you spilt…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. The way (I) expect, or ants piping art,…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif to another, as one wandering flout might emerge…
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew then I had it, I was so happy,…
As if ten thousand hours could be done in eight days, two lovers’ rendezvous would then commonplace find in the perfection of the Art. Hippocrates’…