I.

                Wanderling with grackle wings
                you fledge, branding my insides.
                When charcoal daybreak's laudanum lattice
                alights petrol on my night lake:
                you too strand across our midnight faces
                like a flame.

            1. Composición Rural

            Cancún inspira emoción:
            el paso del faro de un coche
            el océano, lejos y bullente
            y miles, miles de carreteras

            All this May day we have lollygagged
            from Chagall's clouds to Modigliani frimousses
            the Minneapolis skyline dragging away
            behind, handholding lovers in cupolas
            hanging after the rain

            Two dragonflies engaged
            in sexual trance -
            tails cocked to heaven

            the one crumpled, askew.

            Black fuss
            with gauze shawls

                The hive crowns a queen
                above the humping
                mocking servants

                "I dreamed of heaven
                last night,"
                said Persephone
                to Pluto.

            I have been fortunate
            to know men's bodies intimately
            To touch a peeled orange with a tongue

            In the day there is heartrace and stargrace
            In the night there are palms wet like fire.

            How many miles of cradles lie
            between the Dead
            Sea of our salty Evil
            and Jordanian eyes?

            I.
            Adam's web bathes vain neglect in prayer.
            Apple in his left hand,
            Open to Exodus
            Crimson shoes hacking,
            hacking at the asp.

            I'm sorry I can't help leaping
            from William Carlos
            Williams to Whitman

    There is a moth the size of Turkey
    spreading its gauze across your nape

    while I wipe pear sap from my spine.

    A square of green blinks open
    a linen corridor beside the moon.

    I've been flying right along
    since we last kissed,
    two tender birds in a cage.
    Tempestuous daddy,
    I put two daisies in a bowl
    and cover them with hissing.