OK.
I'm just going to read a couple more here.
Some of these poems--
I didn't want to put any gender on these poems.
So hopefully, I don't think there's anything in there that
shows the gender.
I wanted-- deliberately wanted it like that.
It's called "Poem About You."
Just to be near you, to watch you awaken in your bed at dawn,
to hear you say, Nidlohísh?
Are you cold?
Then you pull the red blanket over my shoulders.
Your heat feels like no others.
Your heat feels like no other lovers noon rendezvous.
Your beauty stuns even in the glare of this light.
When you call, I'm all a fumble.
Gathering the miles and hours between us.
My hungry heart and chasing your kisses
that settle with the cups at my elbows.
Your breath blowing through my hair.
You ask nothing of me, yet I eagerly
surrender my crusty obsessions with time and cities.
I can't go near you without feeling the Earth
sink through you.
This wind is a painter shifting the sand dune of our bodies
on its canvas.
At the edge of day, when I leave you, I am nothing without you.