XIV. Sonnets for Dancer

It’s rare to light this late at night our burning casual evening rhyme encased in the walls…

VI. Sonnets for Dancer

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

Only that tracing finger along a sinuous ridge hints at the valley that you might flow within…

As twenty three years have plainly shown, dressed in habits as mouldy clothes, recession seeks some somberly…

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

Did you catch it, that squall of a nuptial bed? The acorns’ flew to mountains overhead keen…

Doffing the pretense of yesterday’s songs, to the south do I face in the northerly sun as…

The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of…

Dearest documentation, the kindest passing as we touch these cloacas, these primitive passions tamed into something lean:…

Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only…