EARLY MORNING When I woke, you were lying in the hammock of my brain, one foot dangling close enough to kiss, I whispered, I life you; you started to smile but then ordered another Nubian Djinn. Later when you asked how hot it was, I said, Ninety-eight point six. ----------------------- MONASTIC MASS I’ve heard Benedictine monks and know that I would have much to learn if I were to join them; and they – if they were to join me – would have some difficulty learning the catechism of my temples, the rituals of how we eat out of each other’s hands, our delicate transitions in and out of passion. And they – if they cared to be more than novices – would have to listen carefully to hear the unspoken Ite, misa est, for some of us still carry on as though we live in a sacred hour.weiterlesen