Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Sunday, January 19, 2014


 ~For J.H.~

White horses on the sea foam
and Schimmels on the waves —
The night is a stable full of stars
the moon breaks into mustangs
of dust and dew – and now rain
falls and it reminds me of you –

I hear mares neighing all along
the margins of sleep – Atlantis
has awoken a memory so deep
the ocean floor’s reborn –
and what washes ashore
will salvage us once more:

A race of dreams thronged
of our ancient brood, hearts
sculpted from the fog that drops
on broken ways and balms
the unpalliated regions of our pain
with love's anodynes again.

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