* * *


your voice plays with me

outside in the dusk a cat

prepares mouse fillets


* * *


lily flowers

in the desert

your body

arches to my thrust


* * *


stuck in leafy tar

slick nicotine lick pervades

seductive nightmares


* * *


your body in pine

you wanted the viewing

to be outside


* * *



blood falls

black rain


* * *


poured onto porcelain

to be shaped before cooling

chocolatier's magic


* * *


No nurses' whites seemed

to strive more for perfection,

more eager to perform.

(For Colleen Baisden)


* * *


your body covered

with sweat falling angels in

this spring night's warm rain


* * *


this corpse on the street

your throat under my dry lips

a dark alleyway


* * *


raise yourself on both

hands, disimpale, sudden cold:

smile haloed by sun


* * *


shot after shot

pours down my throat

vodka, solidfrozen


* * *






* * *






* * *



night rains down, the city bright

quiet from the hill


* * *


your nipple against

my tongue: spring chill dispelled

by our bodies' heat

(for Jen Robison)


Robert Beveridge


Bio:  Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in New American Legends, Toho Journal, and Chiron Review, among others.