I. Sonnets for Dancer

If divination were my practice, you would oracle claim since to look at you is to feel…

Every wild animal according to its kind

Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my…

If I were to recall those burning pains, it shrinks from me who provided the heat, how…

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

If itches were wishes I’ve had quite a few, though I have not much wealth accrued, nor…

If summer origin’d but one simple sin, like cold water in the morning shower does the gross…

Waking up without you is as impossible as waking up with you is too, since waking seems…

Poetry prowess is a thing for practice, like muscles, meditation, music, and patience, but partner pairing is…

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

As if ten thousand hours could be done in eight days, two lovers’ rendezvous would then commonplace…