Drama,
Poems,
Essays

ALL WE EVER SAY IS OUR OWN NAMES
©1982.

I am ice spangled with fire.
Until the blow-torch of desire
Burns with teeth of flame
Through the ice-fields of my shame,

I lie hidden -- beneath cold water --
Not reaching upward . . . till I turn all fire.

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Written 1982 (?).   Copyright 2001.

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