from Rules of the Senses
II (1989)
Rose
from thick
dreams, washed off
humid sleep, steam
on the wall, clumsy
midmorning, your voice
which once said
desperate. I remember.
Hot water for tea.
Did I sleep. Your
figure printed
on the scarlet sheet,
stained, I remember rain
to come this morning could become
snow. Could come late. Your
voice which once said sweet.
The 2River View, 4.2 (Winter 2000)