Angela

Repent now,

your collar bone winging;

don't need no chariot

to take you home

“You are the only beauty in this

Celestial torture that I will call my own.”

Lucie Brock-Broido

"Then let us drink a cup of tea. Silence descends, one hears the wind outside, autumn leaves rustle and take flight, the cat sleeps in a warm pool of light. And, with each swallow, time is sublimed."

Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog

a long southern summer when I could conjure your touch

Lee Miller

Where's the witch hazel for my heart?

soot and shame

secrets and sin

likely, or not

Wallowing, a strange sadness,

shaking under a passed over

gaze of you.

“Tender butcher,”

I cried

for the closeness,

coming near to seeing

poetry in the curve of your jaw-line,

wild hair and tired eyes,

held still in soft flickering darkness.

Time folding backward like a closed fan,

I was foolish to pretend

a future all from one

slow burn.