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Lovemade,
while nothing touched
Love began with her want
with the poems he sent
Portrait of the Artist with Li Po,
Last Gods
released into her flower boat
he wanted love back
stars crawled along their spines
he became Disjecta Membra
inside her wet, bloomed
earth-gentled, pink as crocus
and they came that way
as if released from clouds
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soft as rained on nights
language and fire verbs
he licked her softest parts
she sucked him, dreamed
her nipples pleasured
in his mouth like moons
Glitter
and Magic
My heart wants to believe
in disordered spaces
that you fall from the toss of a stick
the forecast, the prophesy
of you and I together
me in your bed, you in mine
while stars glimmer and spangle
into the corners of our eyes
on our teeth, in dreams
on our tongues and in our hair
your face in my tea leaves
foreseeable as a shadow in sun
a
blend: poetry with news
a man is dead
on Godfrey Avenue
I read
blessing the boats
someone sets a fire
the moon rises
over Lucille Clifton
this is how we know
stars attend autopsies
but in spite of that
a poem, brilliant blue
and a sorrowful song
the bomb squad
checks out hand grenades
the terror of slave ships
a heart; hand-carved wood
in Utah a child is missing
the search goes on
sweet jesus
this is a test
In
the space of the distance
there are ghosts and poems
blue lights and a road
that bends like a frond toward
water, silence, fire or clouds
memories and histories
the granite age of the moon
odd hats, red doors and stars
as open as hearts or as closed
the jut of a fence, all the wings
of the quiet-sad birds, stone
twisted breath and purple light
coming and going between us
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