ARRIVALS - Softcover

"Acrostic from Aegina"

Anemones you brought back from the path
Nod in a glass beside our rumpled bed.
Now you are far away. In the -aftermath
Even these flowers arouse my sleepy head.

Love, when I think of the ready look in your eyes,
Erotas that would make these stone walls blush
Nerves me to write away the morning's hush.
Nadir of longing, and the red -anemones
Over the lucent rim-my poor designs,
X-rated praise I've hidden between these lines.