In the Eden of memory,
the black walnut tree has not been cut down
and waves its fern-like leaves above their heads.
The schoolmates make their way
from grove to pool, throw off
their colored shirts, raise their thin
white arms, white as seashe [...]
You stripped and stood
in a column of light among the trees
like a lighter tree,
and I admired your incandescence,
your good form.
I lay down
on the pine needles and looked up
to where the treetops formed a ceiling
like stained glass.
When I opened m [...]
Sunbathing on the honeymoon,
his chest was stony, sweatless. His legs
were white as toppled columns.
An arm shielded his eyes
from the island glare. I asked
—Did he want a bite of sandwich?
Would he oil my back?—My hands flapped
at the end of my [...]