Triptych


Naked form
in early
middle-age
etched
brushing
receptors

water and air
filled skin
over the soil
of sleep

in the layered 
cove
of cotton
                               the nearsighted               Sometimes
                                      night                       the images
                                     resting                  from sleeping
                                     horizontal                             stay  
                                                                             in front of        
Raising his torso              Pahn sees                his open eyes   
and turning                      columns                hallucinations   
toward her                      hovering                                       
  he sees                       over the breast          but when gone    
  three thin                    spirals of Aiks                 are seldom    
  as even as                                                      remembered    
  Slinkys                             spiraling                             again    
of smoke                    in even ringlets                                  
  rising                            several feet                             lost    
  from her chest             into the room              in the mind's    
                                                                          network
  She awakens                 He is startled                     perhaps     
  briefly                         by the lifelike          happened upon    
asking                                sense                           someday  
"What's                         of wellbeing                  by accident  
wrong?"                                                                        in a  
                                     in whole                  conversation
"Nothing"                       and sleeping                 with a lover  
   he murmurs                     feminine                                          
"All is good"                     breathing                                       



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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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