The veil whispers of
your secret face as it...

No sublime chorus,
just a waltz...

A sacrament of blood
Was all necessary...

I like the silence...
It is good to me...

It's cold
(this rain...

Dreamers do not see
The common in the common...

Wash winter waves,
Bathe my aged aching flesh...

Do you believe need creates ability
In the solitude of a summer night...

Your song rises to the Star
As your body undulates...

I drift wearily in soft flame,
Spectres flitting on the walls...

Water sprays my hair neck shoulders
And estuaries of hot release...

[And here is the 'rewrite' of my first poem, The...
Love never comes when it is expected...