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The Best of 2013

Horrible Erotikishka Pomes
by Various Authors

Kisses Crops and Canes
by Ashley Lister

Kneel and Worship
by Ashley Lister

Sonnet 18+
by Ashley Lister

antecedent obliteration
by john e

It Slips Away
by john e

Your clothes
by john e

Sum of Parts
by Lisabet Sarai

Falls to Mabon
by Nettie Kestler

Scars
by Nettie Kestler

Undressing
by Nettie Kestler

In Suspension
by Rachel Green

That Old Refrain
by Rose B. Thorny

Boomzooboom
by Sybil Rush

undressing
by Valentine Bonnaire



Archives

Haiku 2012
by Various Authors

Haiku 2001
by Various Authors

Limericks 2012
by Various Authors

Limericks 2007
by Various Authors

Micropoetry
by Various Authors


By john e
The Voyeur Leaves
Acorns and Moss
Molly Was Not...
Doing Without
Stopover
subtext
A Sometimes Belligerent Prosody


By Nick Nicholson
Watermark
All Days Valentine


By Nikki Isaak
Firewheels
24/7


By Raziel Moore
Does poetry have rules?
Where is my poetry?

It Slips Away

by john e

 

erotic poetry

How does it come to us, what we consider
held in memory, released by a glance?
A small glow over her shoulder's shiver,
and how as it faded time disproved chance.

Sudden morning. She's walked to the river.
Myself here, awash in the same sun's dance.

Nothing is abrupt. Last season recedes
with chilly, disturbed and temperate needs.

Now, when I recall, by accident of sense
that morning I watched you, uncostumed
at water's edge, alone, my common pretense
of slumber unquestioned, in our room
still -- red mountain cabin, mute of these events ...

Now alone, apartmented, anti-wombed:
why should I expect sunlight on your skin
to greet me, as I lie awake again?

Others may have lain there, honest, unlike us;
They'd rise together to tend to the flue,
the fireplace a cave where tempered gusts
made stars appear, and dance; and though they knew
it an erratic path to cinder dust
still remained as fire, resisted coming-to,

touched by each spark. For me? Casement and cold
water, ash and embers, quietly foretold.

_______
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