I I remember meeting you during the Christmas holidays many years ago. A fire burned in the fireplace but you had a glow that tugged at the moth–in-me. Behind your cherub mask your dark eyes darted, searching, I suspect, for affirmation of your beauty, and beneath the bell tones of your laugh I sensed the broken pieces of your past. II And now, a series of images: (you taking nourishment in my soup kitchen) (you [dark] an...

Winter Tanka Your breath never changed When I touched your feet with mine Laying in our tent You underneath your blanket Like the moon behind her veil And I, more restless than the wind

Shadow Tango I was stunned when you turned on your shadow, I thought to myself, “she must be lying.” But all lies have their shadow of truth, a darker truth, and more beguiling… I imagine you met before the last set, when the cute little jitter-bugs were ready to swing. As you stand at the bar he spies where you are. He waves, you embrace, his cock throbs in his jeans. As the men are adjusting and the girls swish their sk...