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1. by Stephanie Williams In each naked flower, you smother Me with violet; ruby scents, kept, So slowed, torn through the sea And foam, decrepit With each tender wave, this Holocaust of my sanguine romance; Disassembled in the blackened Legion of blood and transcendence, Focal Through your eyes, I see the world In iron fixture; caged lightly, in the Realm of Love, futuresque and veiled, Lush and forbidden Dutifully, you bend your mind to Suit my woeful shield; this Roughly arisen fold between Juniper and wedded silence Absently, we mend each crevice Moved darkly through the lisp That ripens my imaginings; Yielded basely to the strife, Halting sieve, awakened now Momentum shifting between The night and day; hallelujah Blare, each toil, irreparable. |
PINWHEEL by Allyson Seconds |
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2. by Stephanie Williams You move my soul, in each guileless Sweat— as the depth of your primal Feasting rises to the surface, and Ruminates my holy gleam Sing sweet, my vapid Love— as we Pour our hearts to one another, Bloody crimson, and returned Once this bare-boned lust squeals Whole, beneath you Your charm and wit do slay me In this hedonist darkness— death Declining as I touch your unholy Face The princess and the pauper, Subtly abstaining from the light You knew to overrule me, hardened . . . I smile politely back at you, and You harness my stare with your Black erotica gaze; cutting edgily Through the thorn in my side, as we Tear the moonlight with sick pardon You and I bare the nudity of our Souls, as though I never was; and You curve your hazy, scarlet wed, To oxidize this maddening dream. |
SPENT by Katy Brown |
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EVERY WEEK IN A ROOM THAT NO LONGER EXISTS by Viola Weinberg We roamed and paced, around statues Under the names of Praxitiles and Homer Lit by the old mitered skylight Bathed in vague, yellow shadows That grew more intense as they floated Down, down, past our sweaty clutch To the seasoned planks that squeaked below We met there, often in a mood Careless, breathless and daring We had to; to not come was impossible We knew what we did; we knew why we came We made promises we kept for all time We were careful of our repute And lived quietly with the small crime of it Today, I stalk the house, crying like I've Never cried before, wandering, looking At your photographs, the letters, the gifts You were always my best-kept stealth But today I am screaming from the porch Who you were and what we were and How we loved, even how we said good bye It was brilliant, along the dock at high tide The houseboat bobbing like a head, you said you Could never stop kissing me, and I said yes Don't ever stop kissing me, loving me Knowing it had to stop, knowing it was time But not; we sifted through the unforgetting fog Laced with a few letters in a scarlet twine |
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