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GARGOYLES
by Tyler King I want to travel to ancient cathedrals and learn to sit like the gargoyles, to perch alongside spires and windows filtering the light through colored glass, to see shifting crowds on cobblestones and drifting clouds make turtle-shell skies, to breathe in time with the ringing of the bells, all the while staying still as living stone. |
HELLO ORKNEY, SCOTLAND by Fabio Sassi |
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TO GEORGIE
by Erren Geraud Kelly long legs hang from shorts like stalks of wheat, her half-white, half turkish body is tan all over, smooth as coffee she is kicking a soccer ball in my dream or locking her legs around me i discover her dreams for the first time, they validate her dad's warning she is 17 and her dad warns her she's about to reach the age when guys don't think of her mind but as a "sexy spice girl" i am the sparrow on her window sill watching her write her secrets down i want to know peace in an embrace my hands finger her black hair the sweet breeze against her ass deliberate as my breath a thought held in my own eyes |
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