Surreptitious
Delivery
Nunnery
Quartet

Who is this woman
Writing nonsense poems in my head?
I know her neck
Like the path to salvation
Trace Solomon’s lines
All down her back
News paper sailboat skirts past the drain
And this is what the excitement does to a man
Their eyes crying baby open
Teeth all sailors at the rail
What drifting peace is this?
What warmth on through sleep?

Hatchet crisis
Blue Bonnet manager
The waning tides
Row boat

What thoughts across her breasts.