“XXVIII Why the Irish Drink Leaves talking to one another in the summer breeze Stands of grass caught in floods of spring We are not the wind We are not the flood We are empty cups We are the silent… — 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
