Guess what?

After this New England

winter, I want to take

off my clothes...so bad.

But could it be cold

here even in summer?

Imagine naked under the

sun. Swimming through

one million lakes. Or

lying on grass...so warm

warm warm.

Maybe count every leaf

on every tree. I've

always wanted to do that.

And stars too!

Would you come with me?

Lots of puritans would

disapprove. Yes they

would. Sometimes their

eyes are like granite.

We could climb those hills.

They'd just say we're

crazy, running out with

no clothes and leave us alone.

Then what would we do?

Almost

As if you could come so swiftly

unnoticed like butterflies tapping

wild flowers with soft yellow wings.

Appearing before me quietly

while morning mist curls through

coolness of mint-green spring.

You walking over roads through

fields where tree shadows make

heavy slants against the sun.

As alive as day...saying my name...

filling me up with the taste of you...

kissing my mouth awake again.

By touch and whisper how we would

imitate long leaves weaving, undulating

and finally surrendering to silence.

Tonight

Chimes tap against our

windowpane. This evening

becomes starry sapphire

as sea gulls rise in

flight over rooftops.

Winds wrapping around

trees tossing leaves.

The court yard is full of

aromas from dinnertime.

Shadows growing longer

each minute. Lights go

on and I wait for you.

Cape Cod

Hearing waves from a distance and

feeling sea breezes brush our faces,

it seemed a century before we

came to the ocean.

So blue and bright to our eyes

its rhythm broke chains of

unremarkable days.

Over cool sand we ran and you picked

three perfect shells which fit

inside each other. Running towards

that moving expanse through

fine spray and splashes.

With clouds cumulus we drifted while

gulls circled the island. Together we

discovered beds of morning glories

climbing soft dunes.

Picnic in the Rain

We wouldn't let the

rain stop us so we had

our picnic in the car.

Crowds evaporated

running with jackets

flung over their heads.

It grew more and more

quiet except for a few

susurrus raindrops.

Us alone drinking wine

walking over meadows

of grass, moist fragrant.

our face so wet

sweet wine.

Last Summer

Golden sunshine spilling

over cathedrals of trees

forest of summer.

Your eyes are oceans of light

beams of light soft beaming

dancing through rivers of memory.

Forest of rivers

drowning in oceans of eyes.

Your eyes when sunset spreads

over sand dunes warm golden.

Stars gliding past heaven

as night explodes in

cathedrals of light.

We bed down together in

forest of memories

your body so strong golden

last summer with you.

Birthday Present

I wanted to bring back the

best gift from the country

for you, just for you.

I wanted to.

Some sky would be nice,

lots of lovely sky with

light fleecy clouds.

So I rushed through

stores and bought the

biggest shiny box and

looked for a perfect bow.

All shades of blue, violet

with red and yellow.

An entire rainbow of

colored ribbons for the

box to put this sky into.

Then on the bus my bow

fell apart. Somebody

stepped on the box. It's

all crushed and dirty.

By the time we got to

the city it was late. Did

my sky fly away?

The box is empty now.

I wanted to bring back the

best gift from the country

for you, just for you.

I wanted to.

Ripples creep over our feet

Should we stand shivering or

dive in? Lose our footprints?

The sun is a giant beach ball.

See it splashing through

waves all red violet blue.

Weaving around this ocean

my legs encircle your waist.

You are so massive and wonderful.

Perhaps we can discover some

great canyons where stars

fell one billion years ago.

I see beams of light in

your hands touching their

cool luminosity now.

Amazed

I am whispering

your name. O Michael

how I love to touch

your sweet neck with

my tongue. Your

name always comes

to my mouth wanting to

hold you kiss only you

with my electric tongue.

How amazing you are

O my dearest Michael

your eyes astonished

speaking so silently

speaking always to me.

Waiting 

At the bus station so

I would not walk alone

from night shift.

How you looked in black night

under a lamp post laughing

off yet another long day.

You wanted to make

me a perfect world.

Always talking about

when we move to Mexico

then I would never

lift another finger.

We savor avocado and

toast, sipping tea.

You whisper sweet nothings.

Our hearts beating together.

Night Waltz

O Michael tonight

I am dreaming of you.

We trace night with

our fingers climbing

ladders of darkness

past the full moon

over silver light into

star light we dance

through air redolent

with lilacs. Your eyes

glow like burning comets

as we waltz over clouds.

O Michael tonight

I dreamed of you and

woke to find you

sleeping at my side.

Rendezvous

That was the name of a paint can

from Main Street Hardware.

With sweat lingering on her

face, she colored her room.

Tinted now like insides of

ripe plums, like perfect grapes.

When the sizzling lemon sun

dropped from heaven...night

became moist and black.

Her fan whirled thick air
stained with cigarettes
coffee, turpentine, white wine.

She sank into her wicker couch

as fog horns trail the horizon.

Lotus screech relentlessly for water

always wanting more more more water.

Closing her eyes, remembering him

now tasting the feast of his smile.