Body

Each leg, each arm has a name. Trails lead across the chest. Hands are antennae, always seeking.  Lips can swell with passion.  The throat vibrates and voice will come. Put …

Go Back, Pilgrim

Remembering is a steep climb to a box sealed in granite. Raise your eyes.  There is new weather heading East.  Hand over hand is best.  Call out my name–I may …

Touch

He had a lucky hand. It was attracted to things. Another hand fusing palm to palm.  A woman’s cheek. The smooth page of a book. Hair.  It must have been …