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GRIEF
my morning
cool as the colorless sky
turning blue
then purple
then orange
being burned insensibly
by fractious white light
dissolving night
RAGE
the day
I was finally free to rage
it lasted for years
dervishly dancing
whooping and shouting
bouncing boundlessly
looking for a landing
and then I sucked it backed in
bottles of bitterness
dizzying myself with drugs
becoming insatiable
violence validating violence
leaving me lusterless
throbbing and beaten
the day I was finally free of my rage
it was like a breath
I had been holding for years
leaving me
living and breathing
throbbing and beating
INTIMACY
it is putting spoonfuls
into the mouth of a baby
waiting
until it is time
for another
it is
where I meet you
by the water
bare feet
soles on earth
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