This descent
into love, it was as...

I'm the sweet orb of August,
firm and plump and glowing orange and red...

Why the world's treasure
is plundered by dark, the thunder...

Four women in a school thick with children
chat over their ripening stomachs about...

I sing of heroes.
Of Achilles and Patroclus...

Three dark plums in the basket.
I saved them and saved them, until...

It's the season closest
if anything...

I got the news while driving
a long road on a showering day...

A million worlds
inhabit a single stretch of bookshelf...

Syllables tumbled murmured
into shoulder mouthing, sweet soft wet...

You're away like a season
or a lost minute and I'm...

We were not born in a storm.
There were no heavy-browed...