Sir

please allow me to see your eyes the eyes of smoldering coal the eyes of driving hard bargains the eyes of dark silence demanding respect the eyes of a lone wolf staking territory on my body the eyes of a thief stealing into my heart and carrying off my innocence please allow me to touch […]

Somnambulant

Too cold and driven, am I? Too riven? Too much the two-spirited one? Blame the blade: the divide between allowed and allowable. One pronoun, never unleashed, hunting its match in the contrary Repelling (and pursuing) the like charge; hopeless, enticing its opposite. The locked-away sound of the poet; a sad dog in a winter. Cellar whimpering: […]