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Red is the Color of my True Love’s Hair

Red is the Color of my True Love’s Hair Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The thing you do not have is dark red hair. If you had that, I’d let you crawl across My chest and stomach to my moving pair Of...

Love, the Little God

Love, the Little God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When love, that little god, is worshiped, he (Or she, not they) hits back with arrows tipped With gold or lead.  The gold tips set you free To love the...

C.R.S., P.W.W., Continuation of Death

C.R.S., P.W.W., Continuation of Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His tree is here.  His tree is here.  Long years Before we met, the redwood soared above Our heights, combined, and now long years,...

Never Still but Still

       Never Still but Still How dangerous a poet set in Zen Might be is shown:  erased Komachi mossed In centuries knowing all too well how men And women lose their love, how love is lost In bed — and everywhere, in incense burned More hotly than their lovers’ bodies...

Against the Tide

           Against the Tide Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He always had an undertow beneath His skin, but as in nightmares he did not Know what it meant.  It was like a sheath Around his member holding...