the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...


the question

what's in the unfolding of dawn
after a dark windy night
what's in the song of wind
ruffling past rough terrain
what's in the laughter
of peeping time
what's in the cry
of a newborn
what's in the playful antics
of a passionate twain
what's in the writing of rain
on dusty pathways
what's in the womb
of a mystery
what's in the touch
of unspoken tenderness
what's in the heart
of a child-woman
what's in the flight
of a butterfly
what's in the taste
of sweat and dew
what's in the blossoming
of a flower

what's in the forbidden zones
the crumpled crevices
the unvisited nooks and crannies
of human emotions

that is the question my friend