• Poems

    Distance

    The open window lets the night in and it hangs itself damply about the room. Alert, lathered with sweat, she is a caged animal, feral with desire, marked for madness. She turns and twists in the sodden sheets, heart enraged as her body suffers without him. Dreaming in a far away language, he wriggles as he wills her fingertips to scorch him, one more time, make it last this time. He hears his name, hot as fresh honey on her lips, his name again, rolling around in her mouth like a smooth stone. He wonders if this fever will ever break.

  • Poems

    Winter is our season

    Winter is our season, yours and mine. Hardscrabble, tough won comforts, words incubated in the dark. Hope etched in ice. I’ll step in your big footsteps in the snow, single file along the riverbank to hear your voice rasp and cloud the cold air. Love under great cedars Slivered moon, fast icy water. Mittened hands clasped, laughing, calling back to the wolves, fighting tears and memories, tempting fate.

  • Poems

    You smell like sugar, you taste like sin

    And then, as if no time had been lost, there they were. Brow to brow, breathless, fingertips on fire, flanks rippling with anticipation of touch, each weeping, though neither from their eyes, forming an unseen haze of desire in the air between them. Nostalgia and imagination swirled from their hushed lips: You smell like sugar You feel like heaven Soft smiles and burning eyes, their resistance wearing thin. Risk, reward, adventure, pain, endless wanting, reckless waiting. You feel like home You taste like sin