Poem of the Week

To be invisible and loved by you

Nocturnal bird of prey

I hover behind the rainy door

Alone and wild

Heavy

With that viscous oriental suffering

Running red from your scent

In the phosphorescent play of waves

Naked, redheaded and sprawling

Suspended by the scream of a little flute

Petal

Pubis rising

Calm swell calm calm

Unfortunate that I am

The moon breaks the immersed image

Even before your head can come

To die on the pink sand

To be invisible and loved by you

A few leagues from Atlantis

On the open waters of my dreams