Tropic of Cancer

I. He Quick stepping and waltzing Precise as a surgeon cuts into The body, like a first kiss. Her softness ages his face. Speech fails him, words Slurred with the stroke of An unset clock stuttering Her number in the dark. His hand reaches under her breast Bone tapping out a beat Inside her hallowed […]

Fool’s Waltz

Until the day comes when my breath no longer returns to my lungs, Air lifted away by winter, Leaving you, yet wanting to stay much longer, The remains of us forming clear ice sheets frozen atop beds of still water. When the last faded bloom of your want wilts again, And the secret garden of […]

Midlife in Four Cantos

Paratroopers empty one by one
Dropping from the hive
Now growl as one great
Carpet to cover the windows
Door handles and locks.
A bee moat.

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