After, in the fertile darkness of the room,

a sheet slathered over our lower

legs, your hand, its weight measuring out

our intimate dreams, rests on my thigh, now.

Your palm arcs slightly where

my thigh curves inward. My hand

reaches down to yours, quietly… Read full post »

The first

waking moment trembles, like

the tree leaves in the velvet wind

outside my bedroom window.  My eyes

consent to the light or darkness and seek

a recognized bit of truth - the floor, a well-

studied ceiling, or the regular, sturdy view out… Read full post »