Queen of Night

unred whiteless (and knowing
nothing of yellow)
tulip you
alone are
bright

black (really an amethyst
at the petals’ verge)
satinly
withdrawn from
light

of fervid dawn (who courts you
thousandcolorwise)
declaring
in all your
mute

refusal to partake (of
the spectrum’s coarse-end)
that even
though your day
might

be short (and still concealing
your chocolate heart)
Austere you
shall await
night

Into Seed

The maple seed that limps
……down from the sky on
its one desiccated
…………and hard-veined wing
battered insect of the spring; 

the common dandelion
……holding listlessly
its hundred spiderlings
…………with silken hair
and white, orphans soon of air;

the windfall apple’s hard
……drop and curl along
her bias, and the smooth
…………red haunch turned up
as if to say, come and sup;

here is the crisis of
……ingenuity
and chance, the pilgrimage
…………to dirt among
the next year’s poems, unsprung.

Breakers

My demand rose with
our wine-dark glasses and she
rolled her lip
under her teeth, and dreaming of the whip
her eyes gathered shadows.

Leather braids crest and
tumble down into a white
froth of cracks,
breaking the patient silence of her back
with rivulet and moan.

When we have spent our
pleasure in welts, ache and sweat,
she will rest
her hair spread smooth and fine across my chest,
dissolving into sleep.