My Sphinx

For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….

My I

Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…

For each tooth you forgo under a laughy pillow, for every instance of blood familially thrown at…

Your attitude, indelible, speaks of a milder extreme that would launch our sleek, sweet dreamings alight upon…

Gleaning sheaves from your minute denials, I will harvest a cake for your returning sun. Floating ballon…

You look to me: “twice?” like some sought-for sucrose on some too-late night. I think it is…

What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…

You ride me like Neruda wrote tunes: And because love battles, I’d saddle you. And because love…

Draw as you push, down toward the clavicle– NO NO, STOP. Down! Toward the clavicle, the boundary…

She sits naked on a rock a few yards out in the water. He stands on the…