Three, while losing
circa Summer 2003, revised Summer 2007

Tundra of his smile
icy carpet at my feet
daring me to walk

slip across on knees
fevered fingers seeking face
fortress forgotten

His loathing is sun
Apathy, bloodless lily
in echo of day

naissance
3:52am

purple moons trace hands
when fists finally unclench
Night is in my palms
Voices flood cisterns
caged in ribs, hum through sternum-
Sails sweep through my blood
Morning, bones refleshed
Traffic moans through screens again
I am re membered