(From A Page)

(From A Page)

Bell of the frame

   Angle and

         Arc

 Hover hands

   heavenly

Cupped to the flame

“Mary!”

Would such salted lips

   do service

 to call so radiant a name

   Mystery disabused

           Discarded garter

 Love makes fools of us all

   dazzled go’ers on

       the shore

(From A Page)

“Do you remember when?”

      Passing

A lover without a a friend

      Soft and dulcet coaxing

Bellows to a flame

      Moths to a frame

 Yet opened

Need a moment have cobwebs?

Need contentment have end?

  How another’s tugging,

         does the heart rend.

“You look through people.”

   My heart skips

Amber daylight

  What compass steered to this?

                 Cross-hex

                    Transplant

        as the compliment suggests

being in my place

      How?

If that’s true

     then what’s in a gaze?

What renders still

           and seizes the frame

Drinks it’s fill

          refusing the shame

Steely glass

                  or

                       Pooling mercury

          Am I to blame?

       What angel whispered

            that emerald eyes

                    would

        cast such stultifying rays

               Puzzling ways.

(From A Page)

The strife between the stillness

      Placid surface it presents

                Idle matters

                     Little hardship

Foundation laid

    That the maypole should spin

Come what will

  Find the lie

    Where a nation bides it’s time

(From A Page)

Sublight Mercury

 collected slides

Browsing for placidity

 meticulous detail

Hushed discussion

 bonded domesticity

Warm in the fabric

 of non-plussed hustle & bustle

    break me not from this

 Verdant field of fantasy

  silver sunshine off a movie-reel

       where your voice

         implies a soft

          contentment

 gives me peace

  another hour

   Shudder

“What’s the matter?”

(From A Page)

Those moments

   You felt you’d be forever

 In that parcel

Here again,

       Gone tomorrow

Hand off what-

                -you’d never bargain

     Alight upon each spending

            Here Again,

                    Gone Tomorrow