Shiftless, sifting the air,
Plunging gyrations,
Crow speak
Hackle, hacking;
Speckles the sky.

Saw the air whittle to smoke,
Black mar in the weir of wings
And mankind muddled in the wraith,
Slowly streams a bread trail
Forth and back;
Black bleeding.

I see your claw tracks,
Dark-digging-sparkle
Plain in the muck,
Needles threading,
A trail of stars.

Wine, spinning, we dine,
Candles and moon making love,
.  .  .  Sparkle in her eyes.

Bed under full moon  .  .  .
Bodies bathed in cold flame,
  .  .  .  Old lover visiting.

She prolongs agony,
Razor lips cut so sweetly—
Can we be just friends?

He gave her his love,
Salt of her tears— shining gift,
Both heaven and earth.

In the noonday heat  .  .  .
We open blinds, light water,
  .  .  .  My turn soaping her.

isn't only in the number
of likes and reads and
comments obtained,
but also in it own self.

In the moonless night,
Under sky of endless stars,
Ricebowl spills on floor.

By my sea cottage  .  .  .
At sunrise mourning doves coo,
  .  .  .  Gentle waves breaking.

She put her hair up,
All night I imagined its fall,
Breathlessly waiting.

Caged hands
Fumble,
Eye teeth, nick
*******,
Toes, tumblers,
Unlocking
Combinations of two,
Nose to ear,
Fingers printing
Smear,
Tongues, tasting
Freedom,
Jailed
In clothing's
Night.