Majestic Paradox

  I KNOW YOU’VE WRITTEN MY POEMS

Silence greets me at bed’s edge

sinking to jar’s bottom

too slippery to scale

Keys down to two

where at least a few used to jingle

round my hip with each step

a new one replaced one lost

trades could be made to infinity

but without frames doors disappear

All rooms available

no room is easiest with keys

still are they missed so

               II

My death inevitable

you let the old man in

who cries for your nipple

sucks hot air and dreams

and here are your eyes

slate gray from brown

once more in my house

my arms don’t work

where once they caressed

careless and footloose

where kisses were flesh

and blood rose to meet you

you continue my poem