Cotton to the Flame

“Our craft carries us desolate / through wilderness to waterless / places as we pledge among ruins to // drink only of each other’s love, / flesh scorched, night-living…”

Sundial (Planted in the Shade)

“Whores in their finery, pearls / of come pooling like spewed diamonds // hardening then softening again / inside of me, fulfilling // sinful inclination, how / ours defies decency…”