Roger Hilleboe		Untitled 1.    Wood and bone and stone, splinter and crack into crumbs. Snakes hissing through grass.    Bees leave the Jasmine, seashells whisper through the sand. Sun and shadows fall.    Crickets scrape their wings. A breeze rises with the moon, scatters the hot sand.    The gray moon reflects, sunshine long after sunset. Moths rub window panes.    Coyotes Howl. Dust brushed from butterfly wings, melts into your eyes.    Moonlight dusts the clouds. Dream as crickets sing - together and fearlessly.       3.    Before a throne, knees sink, into pillows thrown on Persian rugs.    A pale moon rises. Hooks and ladders,, strokes and lashes.    Nails trace curves Lips part, tongues dart.    Slick skin, glistens and tightens.    Screams delight, this city at night.    Stroking fingers stacking, slippery cylinders of gold.    Silk ribbons gliding through, glistening wet folds.    Tongues seeking hot tracks, sliding down steaming shafts.    Red candles dripping wax, marking souls for love.