Dandelion’s fire
disturbed by child’s breath
Burns the fields golden

This mortal eye
to walk the spine
where magicians trick
the truth from lie
and dodge questions
through spirals
of ribbon and floral nonsense
and ask the center why we widen
for more

We lost heaven
And gained the Earth
Eden, thy distant burning shores
Where once man tread
Where knowledge was limited
We lost thy paths
And gained the path home again

How many girls have tried your heart
Would you have me walk among them
In other words
Can a man and woman be friends
I say yes
Hand me that pastry
I promise to return it intact
But for now let’s not make it anybody’s snack
Answer me three questions of your choosing
Personal
And I will listen and not judge
Choose wisely
Poetry can be the most forgiving confessional
Or a waste of silliness
It’ll matter in how we play
Chess in later days

Fire! Screamed the candle
Fire! Fire!
It ignored the nuance of oranges and shadows upon the wall
Three hallway priests came stumbling in
To see one bowed head
And a candle quite put out
Weeping

Let me make a lap for your head
And scratch your scalp
Put your cold fingers on my warm hips
And snore–
I’ll untuck the hemline of your shirt and tuck in my hand against your belly
curl your chest hair between my fingers
And rest with you
Coax the bear’s growling deep sleep
Until the warmth and weight of you
Is comfortably entangled
Kiss your lips
And we’ll both fall asleep with the light on