A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,

Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,

Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—

A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.

                

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,

Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,

Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—

A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.

                  

A poem should be equal to:
Not true.

For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.

For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—

A poem should not mean
But be.

I walk the world with thoughts of you
In every place I go
Your voice is on the winter wind
Your footprints in the snow
And every tool I try to use to scrape you from my mind
Cuts your name onto my tongue
And beats me till I'm blind
I layed my head upon your knees and breathed the air you breathed
I cut myself when you were cut to know just how you bleed
Now as I walk this empty earth with nothing but a face
To breathe me and to bleed me
Until I leave this place

Cool cold breeze encapsulates my being with the caress of poisoned thoughts
To look beyond your beauty would be sin of the most potent kind
Breath taking, stunning, a masterpiece torn from the scrapbook of angels
Fornication from devils is your true colour, but I worship you.
Hollow are my own thoughts as my dreams are caught between your spell
Crippled to a motionless statue, naked before you do I stand?
Spontaneous, my ****** urges control my rational thoughts, dignity is lost.
Your cool kiss entices my moans of pleasure, as I beg for more.
Tongue so smooth my explosion of man hood can no longer be suppressed.
My heart beats to the sweet scent of your warm breath, the nakedness of skin.
Trapped by your womanly love, my head arks back.
Sinking the fangs that control many lives, they steal my veins like ivory needles.
Dizzy of lust, weak of life’s recourses, I fade to darkness.

rumble and thunder,
on top and deep under,
furiously,
ardently,
tenderly.

I wonder.