her armpits 

twin earths,

hidden

holy lands,

dear sisters of quiet

reading library books

underneath a dark 
stairway,

in hungry times
this pilgrim's tongue 

returns like a thief
night after night

to linger in fields

of dank tobacco

of jasmine blooming,

as your sweet lips

wordlessly move

in secret, together..

The Armpit Poem

twin earths,

hidden

holy lands, in hungry
times

your pilgrim's lips
and tongue 

return night
after night,

dear sisters

of quiet,

to linger and taste

in fields

of dank tobacco

of jasmine

blossoming

secretly,

together.

Armpits

twin earths

hidden holy
lands, in hungry
times

your pilgrim's lips
and tongue 

return night
after night

to linger in fields

of dank tobacco
and jasmine

blossoming
in secret,

together.

armpits

twin earths

hidden holy
lands, in hungry
times

your pilgrim
returns to night
after night.

dank tobacco
and jasmine
blossom

in secret,
together.

The Baltic Sea
in deep November
shimmers like a stone
I remember perched
atop the wobbly
cherry dresser
next to a knob-less
chipped credenza
of my boyhood
home years
before I stepped
to roam.

The Baltic Sea
in deep November
shimmers like a stone
I remember
atop the wobbly
cherry dresser
of my boyhood
home.

Easter Meditation

We are always home

We are always lost

We all vanish into the vast unforeseen

Beyond the lofted stars

Beneath the crusted earth

Before the simpled words

Between all and each

We all wonder

We all worry

We all wander

We are always home

We are always lost

Into that vast unforeseen we all vanish

Beneath the crusted earth

Beyond the lofted stars

Before the simpled words

From mystery unrecalled we all arrived

Out of all into each

Slimy crying bedazzled longing found

And may again arrive to leave and arrive again

Within silence within sound

Bound binding

Becoming unbound