“XXXII Oh how wasting wicked age With ample awe and cold embrace will swell And cover all As Frost at harvest slowly climbs & Silver shines in every fold and cleft So Enshrined at last In fun house glass the… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXI Potpourri This wreck of a body – a wilted mournful rose I still have a softness and a sweetness Press me between your… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXIX Love sends me out - shirt untucked A hunger, a fever leads My eyes A dry river A water witch I follow the… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXX THE QUALITY OF MERCY The sound of your pain begins like fingernails on glass (my heart the glass). I am inside your cold… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXV Muse The astronomer that begins to... train an instrument to one part of heaven because celestial math says another world will appear The… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXIII Memento Mori The Book is Writ So lift the cover! Run the race And be a lover. In hope, & love & faith… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXVI Potential Energy Its swimming in my cream and coffee and exploding with that first soft bite of the pencil – filling me as… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXII Taming the Oceans * Oceans crash incessantly on ragged coasts pass invisibly through earth and air And out again through the tiny rivers… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XVII The multitude feels the pull of the moon – each day the sun courses through heaven So swiftly run our days and we… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXXII Oh how wasting wicked age With ample awe and cold embrace will swell And cover all As Frost at harvest slowly climbs &… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXIV Morning Reverie Water mixed with a little salt Warmed by an erratic heart A sad sigh from a heavy breast And yet in… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XX Moonstone A sky bright with stars Your breasts warmed by my quiet sighing Our hands clasped in one another's Sandalwood fills the air… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
“XXVII Caliban A dip in lethe & Heart pounding ceases my frozen heart melts A warm healing wash & I awake to my own… — Michael Bee Copy Share Image
