'envisionist' (september 2009)

she could choose the music
just. so.
perfect for the times
he wished to possess her heart

he could listen to the rustle
the hiss of history
as words drift up from the past
and he would desire to form
her actions and recations
propositions and responses
and construct in his mind
the scenes he never could know

the order, perfect
catering to his fears or hopes
(but tending to the former)
he craftily allows
lips, skin and sex
to writhe up from the shadows
of a time he never knew

while autobiographical
he seethes and scorns
imagines and nightmares
and fails to put to lines
in broad-flailing fashion
the yearning
of his far-specific heart