Early spark & saunterthe morning stalksa warmed-up,chilled-outflowering,  first...this heat(more like a buzz)all through the night:a zephyr-frozenspear of lightspits the stoneon a space ofwavering daysstabbing westwardgrowls for hopethrough a howling gustwhere the darkness stretchesthought & prayersfor old friendsI should've had...

I am lost in the flame, all burnt up. With a fire lit beneath my palm, And at the fingertips, I aim true to twist and turn my delight, Upside down, lost in her beckoning sight It’s her hot-lipped fire I see all around   Yet...

She turns her naked back to me.She is not rejecting me.She is inviting me in.She knows it.I know it.We begin the dance.Horizontally, but a dance nonetheless.My fingers stroke her skin and rummage through her tussled hair.They shift to her...

Do you miss me  Am I  a fleeting thought in the back of your mind    Do you miss the way I laugh  When jokes were not really that funny    Do you miss my voice  Soft and tender at times and then at other times,...