this is me, with eyes skyward locked to low stars chirping above the atlantic night full moon flirting with earth’s far side pale ocean walking and walking and walking beyond the reaches of the sheltered bay and me watching wading, floating the water wild with swimming fire

I see you on Broadway and Broome Street In a black coat walking To the beat of falling February snow I see our hands together, a few steps up And into the Soho Grand Our eternity screaming yes yes from an 8th floor room I feel myself asleep across you Plane flying home My future…

the calm drawl of green mile is on again. i do this at night. a movie plays while i eat some cookies from the bakery down the street. before i eat them, i soak them in half and half. it’s a childish ritual that i never did when i was a child. tonight it’s raining….

And that one there, it was his socks on a carpeted stage thousands engaged in his heartbeat a great drenched smile and me a little slave to the wolfbite eyes and 12 minute stare 09-09-07

The hungry spell of the season’s air turns her head to the open window. Outside, the earth promises to draw blossoms from the chilly branches, from the chilly buds, from the chilly stalks. This is an ivory blending of seasons and smells and it all points to a time he returns. Among the folds of…

I want only today the taste of you To rest amid the folds and sounds Of you sleeping To be your canopy And together To extend ourselves, together now, out into An afternoon entrusted to an ocean’s turn, where your eyes, I own, their blueness and what they see along the shadow lines of my…