The catcher has passed
Phoniness is echo alone
The rye is quiet, still / no sound
Alone in the woods and
...
The fruit of our summer's passion
has ripened and withered
On the vine
Fallen, it
...
Can Love be relative to the speed of the heart?
Can one lover move at the speed of light while another
Perceives a different world?
Love bends space and time
...
She lives my past
Sins loves and fancies
My lies my dissimulations
My masks my prevarications
...
Rogues
Drinkers
Poets
Strollers of light and color,
...
Before
Before I was bone, flesh and downy warmth
Before I mouthed mama and cooed
Before I giggled and laughed
...
Love with no skin
Is there a greater sin?
No passion-blister
No love-whisper
...