Better Than A Love Note

BETTER THAN A LOVE NOTE

I was already asleep, dreaming of love,
when a star came crashing down
through my bedroom window.
As soon as I heard the laughter
I called out her name.
No one but her could love
me that much. She has
has a passionate streak that can melt
mountains, boil oceans
and lead me straight
into the heart of the beloved

“Moon Dance”

Here is another poem from my first collection, BONES WILL NOT SUFFICE, published in 1997 by Black Lion Press.

MOON DANCE

Hidden from all
but the most haunted,
there’s a place
where dreams go to die.
This muddy graveyard of giants
belongs to the naked dancer.
When rooting for riches only
unearthed by a hairy hand
one must remember:
bloody bones
belong to the hyenas.
Your reward lies deeper,
beyond the scent of memory.
Sniff. Remember the taste
of wet fur and warm milk.
You know the dance.
Raise your muzzle to the moon.
The Owl will tell you when.
The snake will show you where.