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CDI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Tanning at the beach —
paper letters M, I, K, E,
stuck to her back.
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CDII
Hugh Bygott
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United as one
in the fragrant dusk:
each the others guide.
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CDIII
Zhanna P.Rader
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Daffodils in bloom
the color of your hair —
the silk of your skin...
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CDIV
Billie Dee
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jacaranda
bursting into bloom
her lavender bra
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CDV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Doing laundry —
in grandpa's pants pocket,
a dried acorn.
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| Carrying a dried acorn is believed to give the gift of youth to the wearer. It can also be used for wealth and attraction of the opposite sex. |
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CDVI
Hugh Bygott
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Open flowers —
there are no secret places
when lovers unite.
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CDVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Dogwood blossoms...
The hat brim hides her eyes —
the charm of her lower face...
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CDVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Summer moon waning —
Eyes empty of tears, lips dry...
Eros departs.
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CDIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Honeysuckle breeze...
Your kiss in my dream
felt so real!
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CDX
Hugh Bygott
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Summer heat, hammock's sway —
I fell asleep, then your sweet lips
awakened me.
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CDXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Not sure of your love...
The wind sways the willow's
tender catkins...
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CDXII
Vaughn Seward
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A walk with
my girlfriend...we meet
an old flame.
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CDXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Gossip of his love affair
slap-slaps barefoot from sauna
to steam-room.
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CDXIV
Hugh Bygott
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The once summer heat,
the late afternoon shadows —
even Love must pass.
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CDXV
Dana-Maria Onica
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Clouds of fireflies ~
still waiting for the jingle
of her anklets
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CDXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Eyes show her desire,
her figure, Spring perfection —
Eros' arrow wounds me.
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CDXVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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In the fields
still not withered by winter,
fresh traces of love
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CDXVIII
Michele Harvey
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summer moon
the slightest veil
of lingerie
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CDXIX
Robert D. Wilson
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wearing your
whisper at night
between moons
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CDXX
Billie Dee
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Aegean dawn
reminding me of your hair
lemon-blossom breeze
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CDXXI
Robert D. Wilson
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my groin singing
like a cicada
at high noon
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CDXXII
Dana-Maria Onica
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lilies for her,
in the dirty hand
of the messenger
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CDXXIII
Michele Harvey
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awakened
rising with the birds
desire
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CDXXIV
Dana-Maria Onica
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framed by
the train window, his face,
for the last time
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CDXXV
hortensia anderson
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moonlight
through the wisteria
love in the shadows
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CDXXVI
Michele Harvey
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locked together
behind the dunes
two bicycles
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| Gotcha! Hi, Hortensia! Cheers all, M |
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CDXXVII
Billie Dee
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summer vacation
at the first roadside motel
seven days of love
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CDXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Anticipation —
her next-to-the-skin silks cast off,
dawn breaks early.
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CDXXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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...as in dreams
of being underwater,
my pain of love
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CDXXX
Michele Harvey
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memorial day ...
the graying spinster
still faithful
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CDXXXI
Hugh Bygott
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The Spring winds have taken
the cherry petals: alas
so too love may pass.
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| There is a moral here: wild passion cannot be sustained, but gentle love persists. HB |
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CDXXXII
Dana-Maria Onica
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late night date~
the acacia scent takes
your shape
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CDXXXIII
Hugh Bygott
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Redolent rose —
kissing the curve and swell of your breast,
the dawn is distant.
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CDXXXIV
Michele Harvey
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blue moon
distant this May,
your embrace
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CDXXXV
Hugh Bygott
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Exquisite desire —
the wild carnation begins,
an autumn moon unseen.
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| Inspired by The Tale of Genji. HB |
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CDXXXVI
Dana-Maria Onica
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new springs ~
only I know
his thirst
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CDXXXVII
hortensia anderson
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celadon teacup —
I run my tongue on the edge
his lips touched
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CDXXXVIII
Billie Dee
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butterfly bush
the lavender spikes
and her perfume
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CDXXXIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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another summer
and these wild flowers...
did he forget?
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CDXL
Hugh Bygott
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Unforbidden fruit —
summer juices on our lips,
we slip into desire.
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CDXLI
Michele Harvey
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CDXLII
hortensia anderson
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How I yearn for you —
the circling seagull
utters lonely cries
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CDXLIII
Billie Dee
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wildflower dream —
in the cup of a poppy
our bodies entwined
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CDXLIV
Dana-Maria Onica
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looking at her
bedroom door, slightly open ~
this new summer light
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CDXLV
Billie Dee
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summer romance —
we dip our canteens
in the icy creek
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CDXLVI
Vaughn Seward
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First grader:
"That's my teacher, some day
we're marrying.
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CDXLVII
Hugh Bygott
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Passing summer's day —
Age will come with noiseless pace:
Fleet-footed Eros.
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| With acknowledgement to Ovid. HB |
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CDXLVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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moonless night ~
this song of joy
and despair
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CDXLIX
Hugh Bygott
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Her soft, moist lips withdrawn...
that Spring night lost, and with it
what might have been.
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CDL
Michele Harvey
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lost locket
in the overgrown meadow
a broken heart
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