howls that dress the moon in rags

air like cocaine

breathing in air like cocaine     the drug 

of your naked body     your smell of life 

breathing out the what some people call sin     but not us 

we call it pleasure     we call it the sex that makes our blood 

flow red     we call it the passion of our skin 

sex     our breath     our skin     our legs open 

to a higher truth     that we just like it this way 

open up and breathe

james lee jobe

Grief is an ancestor who teaches us to exercise constant and immense gratitude. 

Mimi Zhu

black dog howl

it is deafness that completes the dog

it is his silence that barks throughout the empty night 

and his howls that dress the moon in rags 

walking away from the window 

I am wearing the rags like a shawl

or a robe     completed by silence 

james lee jobe

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