excitable deadpan

excitable just after death,
a final twitch invites
my attention and something close to love

going vernal

what ever is the matter
with your viral heart,
this vernal equinox
will blot it out

the pinkest kabuki brush
poises then thrusts;
lands softly
upon a palette of roses and dust.

What I've Learned About Patience

it must last
a lifetime
and far
beyond

Dancing At Treblinka

Master caresses your
throat, lips, waist;
you have finally arrived
at the dancing point of self

shudders and collapses,
a moth without a match,
a wish within a bone

Waltz on.
This partner and he alone will
rename your lasting home.