It creeps along the edges of this room It lingers in the trace of her perfume It wraps itself around me serpentine All thorny shadows twisting up my spine Unfazed by jealousy, with arms widespread she beckons me to our connubial bed


Last night I glimpsed the curve of the Milky Way. It was in the arch of your lip, the arc of your back. For one instant I was weightless. Unmoored, I would have drifted away but for the anchor of your arms.

May Day

I will make you a necklace of birdsong, sweet notes strung like pearls for your throat. I will convince the clouds to hold their breath, to bide awhile. Let the trees wait to break their fast while we barter flowers for kisses.