joy bounces aroundwithin my body
If only I could have bottledinspiration
you want meto be lessabundant, lessvisible, lessoffensive to your senses
the flame flickers
she stood brazenlybefore the world
I find anchorin the ordinary tasksthe morning chores
what it must be liketo accept the glistening invitationat the water’s surface
god visits me in solitudea freed strand of her hairfalls
in the hole a voice coosthat no matter what I dothere is no other placethat will have me.
sex is a powerful actrebuffing the advancesof artificial sinsweet to the taste.