Thursday, May 25

Secret Bloom

The seed speaks to your secret bloom, your quiet rose, your petaled room.
Slender temple, softness curling, such designs define your tomb.

These hollow hands breach hollow breast, reach restless places deep within.
Breathless bliss stirs all amiss, casts moony marbles ‘cross your skin.

The nectar heart, in cream arrayed, awaits the hour of stowaway.
Days are yours—for dreams, you pay . . . so play my sweetest flower, play.

Sunday, May 21

Where the Cherry Tree Grows

Where the cherry tree grows
In the green backdoors
Of the sandwich party’s hostess.
Bright aeroplane lights
Chase the doggies’ tails
Whose bow ties are the mostest.
The cat in the curtain
Hides away, hides away
While the skylights rain and pour,
And the records smile
And the doorbells chime
Where the painters paint us closest.

Thursday, May 11

Narrow Passages

so come on
down rabbit holes of glitter and grins
through indigo whorls and fluttering shins
chagrin and fins and cactus pins
to the puffed-up places where fingers form little houses
roofs with skin-touched tips and brushing lips
these little houses made for sweet, discreet mouses
breath-hot faces and untied laces
tracing routes on maps, sweets unwrapped
crinkle, twist . . . your wrist, my hand, resist if you can
narrow passages for eyes devouring eyes and sighs devouring sighs
and push and press—impress, obsess
these falling books with words unspoken, worlds unbroken
breaking, crackling crystals in vermillion skies
distant air thundering from the lung of some god disguised
crumbling glass bricks, artful lunatic
wiser, now that you know . . .
fibers woven slow
in narrow passages waiting for a wicked moment