I Know This Familiar Road

A Pale Restless

Let me taste the heat and thunder

of your imaginings

Let me stir beneath your hands.

Let the seasons render

our fevered covenants.

Let me arc in circles to your touch.

Like a dreamlock...undone.

Let me, for a time, burn deep in

the ripest flame you hold.

And not permit the years.

Allow me the gathering of memories,

your pale and blond breeze against my cheek and

reluctant,

I'll turn the doorknob,

your voice now

dimming

in the

radio

across

the

street.

In the FireDeep, Dresden 1945

In the FireDeep, Dresden 1945

Still were the angels that night

V formations a seizure, a ravage

above smoke, shadow

shimmered hook and nail

spur and clutch

Just slim miles beneath heaven

swam seventeens gathered so deep to

Dresden's breast, so black as day

that Norden sights grinned their

nightshade and guile

lyric and wound

Yet, while your Eighth spoke the grin of weapons

a great plunge, with tailored toys, fell from the bellies of

four engined dragon flies

my Dresden burned days, then nights...

moonless