The forbidden fruit in Eden was no apple
this orange confirms it...

They say the rain is light
like kisses; those poets fancy...

Sometimes
after I paint...

My body is made
not to dance, not to run, not to...

I remember
(like a past sunset, half conjured through the fog...

I spotted God the other night
turning a corner in my mind...

Dawn broke red over Ithaca,
where Penelope woke...

Even after eulogies -
praying hard...

Death is a woman
at the height of her beauty. She...

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

Dreams sweet and dark and hungry:
warm breath on cool skin...

We went where we always go -
the place where the telephone lines shoot...