Damp cotton will open caves in your mind.
Promise her: I need you
electric in my mouth. Write: Concerning the art of seduction
and leave it at that. Tease her: Truth or dare? End
before you’ve said everything. Realize
everything you are, in this letter, precedes you—
which is the loneliness of writing. What you want
is never now. That’s the essence of desire.
– How to Write an Erotic Letter
These fragile bodies of touch and taste
This fragrant skin, this hair like lace
Spirits open to the thrust of grace
Never a breath you can afford to waste
Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick at the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight
– Lovers in a Dangerous Time
The way a crowShook down on meThe dust of snowFrom a hemlock treeHas given my heartA change of moodAnd saved some partOf a day I had rued.– Dust of Snow
The snake rattles among the dry leaves
at the bottom of the garden, is it a sigh
a hiss? My sandaled feet, bare ankles …
naked legs and up higher, lightning’s
bite; you rush within me, poisonous sweetness.
Wedded is wedded, poison to poison, separated
again, but this has forever hooked on to me,
twisting its scaled body within my body,
gnawing salt from a shoulder, freckles from
an underarm; on the tip of its left fang
my heart pulses, thumping your naked name.
in one single
sliding extension of yourself; our bodies
yielding, formed by each other’s wind
and ocean; I wave eelgrass in your undercurrent,
your glittering school quivers silvery in mine
in the crowd around us, and no one sees it
Not a single leaf exists on a single
tree that doesn’t turn in the wind to reveal
an image of your face, not a single tree exists
on a single globe that doesn’t grow wildly,
wonderfully from your sleeping breath,
not a single freckle exists on your only
back that doesn’t have a sister star afar;
your luminous skin is connected to the sky
above my night, and this moment, wedged in.
He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.