If you want to talk/
about life and death, call. I /
get them more than most.

She looked in the mirror/
and called herself a ho./
When she looks at me/
what does she see/
that she won’t play any more?

She romanced me and/
danced with me.
When she at last/
depantsed me,/
she quit.

I promised I would/
not bother you but I guess/
I like you too much.

Sometimes a question
is asked
to make a statement.

Do I have to question why
I dance?
No.
In the just-being state,
dance just is.

Just as I am.

Even goddesses/
must face mortality. They/
need our love and prayers.

Does she even know/
that calling herself a ho’/
cuts me to the core?

If you have lived the/
impossibilities, then/
suddenly they aren’t.

The Listener: “If we make love, will you speak poetry to me?”
The Poet: “If I speak poetry to you, we will be making love.”

You should leave your hair /
until I am there and can/
run fingers through it.