Two Men

I touched two men dancing yesterday the first with black hair, cut short hints of a missed shave on his narrow face with a sharp jaw he had taken his shirt off because of sweating so much his shoulders were strong and the big triangle-shaped muscle of the back and...
You the Sun

You the Sun

You the Sun, you warm the stones you warm the water you heat my face You the Breeze, you sip at my ear You Leaves tumble and crackle You Bricks lie sleeping You Red Berries are pregnant on the bush You Humans danceā€¦ Dance, I say! with the boughs that tremble, though...
Why Must I Be the Love?

Why Must I Be the Love?

Why must I be the Love? among the plastic bottles the packaged food constructed in a laboratory the cookie-cutter houses with windows that never open smog-layered sky Why must I be the Love? among the homeless men dirt-streaked faces glazed eyes shopping carts...