dulled blood lines
'the first cut is the deepest'
I tell her
future perfect —
a white coffin cradling 
his birth cry
fog breath
a patina of me
back at me
first love
I enter her taste
of pears
poet's bridge
light making light
of the other
neverness —
light-melt
in candle tears
age-old aches
silence rolled into stone
here is light
'yes' he exclaims
at the very end of
the verbal bloom
neck shivers!
the sound of a haiku
as it leaves the page
new moon
a noumenonal
becoming