Bridge

I want you nameless, close to the south
vaporous scars
no wraith, but utterly - as still as the fog unseen

whatever calls heard -fall vainly on wave
windswept guitars
whispers that fall vainly on wave

fire as pulse to remember
as ember
-as night.

The Shirred Honest Skin

a picture of
the mouthless
eyeless tenderness
crying to be known
to be let in

down with your grammatical tongue
your lean and social skin
come white and absurd

can all your language
burst in one word?
as crying to be let in.

silence ensued
opening round
the shirred and honest skin.