In the half darkness we look at each other and smile and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body— this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.


Mortal Acts, Mortal Words (1980). After Making Love We Hear Footsteps


In the half darkness we look at each other and smile and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body— this one whom habit of memory...

In the half darkness we look at each other and smile and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body— this one whom habit of memory...

In the half darkness we look at each other and smile and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body— this one whom habit of memory...

In the half darkness we look at each other and smile and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body— this one whom habit of memory...