Gorilla – A Poem

I had seen you on television where you were easily ignored but here you breathe twenty feet from me black as coal with the same potential to burn from the set of shoulders like cannonballs through massive chest articulate fingers that could crack bone and cup infants What is this majestic not primitive not natural...

It is not the public we need to satisfy – A Poem

His eyes were bloodshot What did they see Certainly not me Though it was my face they skated And left cold He never spoke His hands wrote on my skin What of Certainly not love Though it could not have been more intimate I'll never know He never spoke When I reached for you What...