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
sighing pines
this chill wind also
has no home
word by word
drippling onto
the void
fire forks 
in tongues
of prayer
polar ice-melt
the Atlantic's urge to lap
Wall Street's banks
star-still night
in zenith meditation
a monk's eyes
 
half-moon
abuser and abused
as one
stillness!
the staccato
of white noise
misty moon
a swan lake cowed
by silence
dream river
a hush enters
the stage
low tide
the endless sighing
of the pines