What Becomes of Desire

swollen black of bruised sky

thick fabric of want

noise of black thick black of noise

passers-by pass by

 

black sheet of night

far sound of a car radio

the curl of the turning sea –

all forms of withholding

 

and sighing –

wind went like a feather of breath.

And knowing

what becomes of desire.

Our Own

with our own hands

poetry

mirror

 

out of darkness

mouths

knew too much

 

live like this:

early

astronomers

 

like flame

then always

like flame

 

this manner is dance

unbridled

beyond artifice

 

flooded in sun

in a room

half-

 

familiar

recognize grief

as lost