soothe me
soul between finger and thumb
breath
grace these parted lips
an exhaled spate of stars

folded paper cranes
child-made
blissfully
restricted

existence is wasted
if you cannot enjoy
rain
moist on a tattered cheek
for fear of dissolving

over the brick awning
i watched a black storm
of white doves
circling
poignant and pure



she is innocent
beautifully so
minus her street clothes
a babe in cotton sheets
eyes closed
and
smooth tongue
on
cool skin

my eyes stumble
over a rough face
happy panic
draw me from memory
with permanent marker
and please
this holocaust love

if you can

make it last