On Seeing a Reflection of Myself in the Mirror:

Am I still blue? Or gray or warm belly red? On the day when the sun set the hottest And loving fish were soaring from riversides To set sail over the violent sky again - Am I still sore of steel and diamond numb? Singing the song of the dreary And loving the sound, the whisper of it Oh oh - how does that old tale go? In the light of the living In the dust, brushed by war-cowardice I saw a blue woman - a blue dash Against the harsh - reality of red. All red. All the brightest sunsets Hot heat slipping on the wind Hot breath pouring onto her skin Woman in the light of wanting I have no thoughts but the open trot And open kissing on my open living Mind brimming with the dust of the blue And the woman with her almost obscene Half wrought, half smile - perfect Half living - somewhere in my mind