A 2-CD collection of poems, written and read by Kent Chadwick, each seeking its own sound and form, about the moon, dark rooms, New Jersey, hatred, incantations, spirit, birds, basketball, poets and attention.
Common
Yes, before,
yet it's only you I've loved;
and kissed,
but only you I've tasted.
Those simple times
were all foreknowing you.
Now in love's way
we are each other's share;
down pillow between,
all else parts around.
Still, through you
I find a common portion:
savoring what other lips can flavor,
feeling how hands,
not mine to hold,
would touch.
