Twilight

Still

Wine

Bottles

Glassware

Cold

Cigars

Quiet

Jazz

Cotton

Wool

Cashmere

Discarded

Heaps

Close

Now

Arms

Holding

Hands

Held

Moonlight

Bathes

Our

Nakedness

Early

Morn

Mist

Hangs

Damp

Curtains

Hands

Parting

Moving

Away

Making

Room

Butterfly

Kisses

Alight

On

Eyelid

Lips

Blossoms

Fingers

Portage

Riverlettes

Of

Sweat

Oh

This day

Starts

In

Song

Stumbling

Into

Briar

My

Words

Catch

Thorns

I am

Mute

Smokey

Clouds

Sail

Across

Daybreak

Blue

Sky

High

Above

Manoa

Rise

Saul

Winks

Softly

Onto

Kaimuki

Valley

Debussy

Balances

Dawn

Delicate

Harmonies

Echo

Our

Hands

Touching

Piano

Key

Ribs

Hands

Caress

Soft

Fleshy

Pockets

Taught

Flanks

Blessed

By

You

This

Morn

Rises

To

Day

Even

Poems

Writhe

Painfully

When

Words

Stick

Blades

In

Throat

Help

Me

Swallow