Desire When I was born I was so many baby boys. A foreign Prince The one no one loved A single man’s salvation On my own Desire was sunlight & laughter But storm clouds gather
Cicada song Do not test yourself here Don’t break yourself against this shore. I have my feet firmly planted, My hands fingering the key – I have journeyed through the first flame
Bull Horned Bear of Reason I want answers, solutions to the old problems of thighs & ideas, this sack of issues I carry in a coat neither too big nor too warm.
Bloody Diplomacy You were whispering lines of fantasy about gifts & fate. I’d heard it before, Your praise like a smack I’ve learned to tolerate. I dream of bloody diplomacy
There’s a peace in this. In giving up, In letting cold darkness Swell within you. It’s quiet there, No more cheers, No more fanfare, No more hope. Hope is heavy and hard to carry