A Late Afternoon, Almost Kiss, 2015

 
Dappled sunlight dimmed to death
in anticipation:

Their lips the breadth of a teardrop apart
when they paused.

Chastity? Or Christianity?

They still grapple for an answer,
though each made a home with another.

The brown patch of earth where they stood
remains flushed, shivering.




Twinkle, Twinkle, Little No More


When little children huddle before heading home,
do they talk about dying any moment
and wish for any nursery rhyme
to play as a funeral song?