landscapes
never show
they only
ever hide
i have stared
at cities
lost inside
your mind
my face
snows whispers
no trace
of desert chimes
your body insists
it will
and then
will never
run from mine
beneath
all the lovely skin
all endless ice
of oceans
the dancing of our sin
paralysis
our motions.
Philadelphia, 12/94 - Los Angeles, 3/07
