The prone body,
A tangled mass of desire, lay panting
bundled in flesh and betrayal.
...
It engulfs you like a mist
Seeping through
To your essence
...
Why now?
After all these ages of
Reluctant trudging
...
Once
There was a little star
In her splendid isolation
In the abyss of space-time
...
I have a secret.
I have kept a bejeweled box in
Someone's memory palace...
...
The pot waits on the simmering amber
Night slithers through the fingers of the autumn trees
A dead moon looks down choking
on the toxic emotions.
...
Heaven pours molten gold
into earth’s womb.
Men’s ambition whistles away
On the hazy railway bridge
...