one
day ... continued
kama
sutra of the poet's soul
compassion is a dream
of sleep
where i write my love for you
in feather cloaks
bone necklaces
baskets of stones
and there was moment
a light came on
& i loved you
for the play of shadow
& sunlight in your smile
could it
be this simple to love a man?
the dream of love is a feather cloak
time
is a photo album
patience, a guide map to the cosmos
my heart became an imploding star
a water spout spinning, his heart
is a wolf track cast in plaster
a canoe racing the wind
against a stormy december sky
this moment was a moonlit lake in southern ontario
a tide rising, waves breaking the shore
scattering memory
eating
ravens
there
is a cavern of glow worms in his eyes
there is a blackhole behind his tongue
his larynx is slick with morning dew
he swallows his heart
and inside it
my arteries form dreamcatchers
pulling me inside out
like a nightmare projected
on his forehead
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