Thunder clouds, coffee brown
roll and rumble over town...

Heavy,
cast solid in sleep...

In the sunbeams
where I used to glimpse God...

Sometime I'll be
getting high, off...

Hope on the fingertips of branches!
Springing up in paisley-patterned green and gold...

God, I'm
drinking...

Up before the sun is old
A wheeling car, a curving road...

Between the pages of now
and forever...

On the red couch of passion we recline,
my incomplete lover and I...

The screen door is creaking in the damp breeze
The first summer rain, warmer and wetter than...

You are too close
for me to freely breathe...

My first lover
was sun sky colored, clear blue eyes, golden skin...