Dancer

Your tapering heels

and lush textiles obscure

the pedestrian insecurities

to which we all are prone.


With a crimson laugh and a breath of perfume

announce yourself to the room.

Homecoming

We won't entertain you in this

house anymore;

there's simply not the room.


It's ours at last

after fifty-eight years

the sparrow's nest is hewn.


In walls and rooms to our voices fresh

the diving-bell angst, the asphyxiating silence is gone.

Alexander

Over time

your words turn into icicles

and I'm never quite sure what to say

when the sun comes up.

Vignette

In my banal existence

there is nothing less than pure sex

in the magnetism I feel

when our faces nearly touch.

Like a Child

With my breath

I push away your

tiny seeds

to float upon clouds.

Will you carry yourselves

to a place where you might

germinate more than another

dandelion?

Telephone

The ring of the telephone,

that high-pitched squeal,

may be the bane of existence

to my mother

but for nine months has been

the sound of my Nirvana.

Yay + Gay

In all my listening,

my observation,

my keen regard,

I've discovered

you have a talent

for making even expletives

sound gorgeous.