Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Friday, October 26, 2012

(love poem #3)

I love you close,
noses touching. Hand to cheek. 
You go; faith eludes me

Thursday, October 25, 2012


what could go wrong
with braids in my hair, with trains,
with our elbows touching

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012


her bong rips, hands
painted mug green hair, eyes,
grunge rock. she dances

Friday, October 12, 2012

Thursday, October 11, 2012


his hands shaped bowls.
he gave them-- green, black-- to me.
I drank from them.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012

(in parts)

to render love in human form: 
biting, ego, blood.

This is why they call for
God, whom they might call
bloodless. boneless, no-

flesh, deceive me. rise
to his flesh: resurrection, through

We have sex
not to end the wanting but to increase
the wanting which is

paramount-- which maybe is--
love. but born of conflict.

There is a contradiction.
here, take my hand, let me love
you, let me suck your blood

see, love,
how sharp my teeth?