zinc words & images

  • Keep it close

    All these things are fantasy. Arm in arm, hand in hand, a thousand moments projected into the future and onto your skin, quiet and intense. Calling my name from across the room. Hearing your music, your patient artistry, fill our space and dovetail itself onto my heart. Dawn takes us, its sleepy charges, and aims…

  • Touch

    I lay my hand across my collarbone and render a dream. Un- real, my hand is yours and the air around us is velvet. Your smell fills my brain and I am wasted. Your secrets become mine-shared when I touch your hand or when I awaken to your eyes on me. It is both night…

  • Sweet maple

    When I touch you It is like my hand is joined To your body Like you and I have been made From the same soft And sweet smelling wood. When I touch you I imagine the rippling Of time, moving Us toward one another But, at the pace of a Shrinking star. Possibility And impossibility,…

  • Smoke on a Cloudy Night

    Tonight, I wish I still smoked. My brain And body vibrate With late spring’s promise And I want my hands And heart to be busy. Each pore could be filled With smoke, like a beehive, Settling my desire, my heat, Abating the humid atmosphere That seeks my envelopment.

  • Twilight Dream

    Braided crown, glowing flesh, certainly unreal against the street’s opulence laid down by the rain and now catching the light like pearls strewn across the floor. Your voice, laid against mine, bore through the molecules between us. A path through time, flooding with desire, magic words that bind us in front of this 19th Street…

  • April 20

    Your skin spoke to me as a longitudinal study of music, theater, art, politics, strummed against my body and the beat of a fan overhead moving particles of the temperate flow. Cold dampened my toes and fingers until I could not retain my kindled words. The prickles of a ghost were partnered with your eyes…