Two Poems of Advice
A fence separates, it joins.
Always keep your hands
to yourself. Every night of summer
insects rush towards you, their hidden
eyes, the ones inside
their chests, are red, they glow
with desire. They want to
touch your face and lick
your crevices, reach in,
with their long tongues,
to where your wings
in darkness,
sleep--the irresistible
taste of salt...
Always Keep your mouth shut
when you speak
of desire. What if you have fallen asleep
unawares, the counterpane of evening
now falling across your face
your shoulders? Oh lilacs dark
beneath the windows! Think of the consequences
the implications...