Wait

After breath is gone,
wait,
we shall lead. Again,
birth begun, please,
wait,
we can not
be clean with need.

Again, hearts bend in lean,
suspended, wait,
please. We can
carry, continuing,
carry silence,
after,
the sincerest deed.

After wanting, waiting
to
teem—both—moth and beam,
will you
wait?

Will we please?

I am honoured,
ceasing,
bothering dream, quieted.

New Love Poem

Her legs in my life, a love at the
skin night
and day.

Conversing with flesh, a light
violet
now found,

last conjured today; moons
eternal, moons as alive waxen,

perpetuity of our spiriting sense:

this seasoned morning. A
believe-once-
old-new-world;

loving on her new skin.

Reach, her grasp inside blue light
interrogating hearts upon
these

unappeasing fingers,
unpressed, miles like her new touch
surrounding my new
play,

in company:

our extensive glow–

space, a soundless heat, the
shaving chest
inscribed the bellows

of breathing rib, new objects–
gesticulating, set in memory’s
store;

receipt of our cast-iron apple
cinammon seed:
my opened mouth, my wild
solitude.

I inhale. Bowed now in full, her
smiling quenched.

I, So Liking

I, so liking to enjoin
myself to observe,

and to deeply hold her mind

well worked into mine,
all held inside
it, in mind.

So, enjoyed to liken,
then (not-nothing)
regardless of reality

fielding irregularities,

dotting her tees: Her:
she, criss-crossing my
two eyes—

Laughing, no longer
lasting apart while

fallen tumbling;

threshing truths on the venom
of hefted lips.