Except for the girl dancing slowly
Folded in the arms
Of her gentle boy
Her eyes closed in precious determination.
As if she could trap this moment
Behind lacquered lashes
Match time somehow
To the slow sarabande that fills her …
You’ve been whispering to yourself now for so many nights, and I have been mending the windows in the third story attic in my mind. I have no idea what you’ve been writing, that’s certain, but I hope it’s vital …
Read moreher face;
she can’t move without
stealing the breath out of my universe with her.
everything quivers,
everything she.
where would I begin?
how does one take apart a garden of eden girl
and touch a woman after the fall?…
will you meet me?
I want to lie with you
on the moist summer grass
of the hilly graveyard
beneath the keyhole stars
above dim bodies braided with the earth
I know a place that can be seen
from no …