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CDLI
Billie Dee
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jacaranda
casting blooms to the breeze —
her eager lap
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CDLII
Hugh Bygott
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Awaken'd by my lips . . .
petals opening deeply . . .
sleep yields her to me.
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CDLIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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beneath
his torso's perfect arc
...new moon
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CDLIV
Hugh Bygott
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Her back arched,
hair streaming in Spring moonlight . . .
Eros, never leave us!
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CDLV
Dana-Maria Onica
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daydreams
of lost loves~
plum petals
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CDLVI
Hugh Bygott
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Lilly in the moonlight —
her breasts reveal'd, we begin . . .
the unknown journey.
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| Who can forget the first night; so earnest, but laughter intervenes. HB |
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CDLVII
Dana-Maria Onica
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this language
we both speak so well...
hot summer dawn
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CDLVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Hammock sways at noon,
idleness . . . yet the summer night
brings swift desire.
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CDLIX
Dana-Maria Onica
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that place
behind my ear...
shell with pearl
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CDLX
Hugh Bygott
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Sensitive touch,
and words said at summer dusk:
this strange duality.
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CDLXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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leaves quivering
...with every move
of his fingers
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CDLXII
Hortensia Anderson
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outdoor shower —
love's residue washed away
with grains of sand
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CDLXIII
Hugh Bygott
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Silver'd hair, fragile,
her girlhood's petal'd-flower gone . . .
yet Love grows deeper.
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| With acknowledgement of the metaphor from Archilochus, 7th Century BC Greek lyric poet HB |
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CDLXIV
Michele Harvey
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that look
on a summer afternoon
a thunderbolt
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CDLXV
Hugh Bygott
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Silent summer house —
in the stillness of the heat,
their eyes talk of love.
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CDLXVI
Hortensia Anderson
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His nude silhouette
against a full moon —
I lie waiting...
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CDLXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Greening willows at dusk —
Her firm breast under my touch . . .
desire enters my being . . .
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CDLXVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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all these roses
blooming without you~
not right...not even wrong
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CDLXIX
Billie Dee
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stifling heat
yet we dare not open
our bedroom window
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CDLXX
Michele Harvey
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cooing doves
between windows
a love nest
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CDLXXI
Hugh Bygott
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This wounding dart —
swift Kamo flows in blossoming days . . .
I wait in vain . . .
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CDLXXII
Billie Dee
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summer monsoon
every rainbow reflecting
your smile
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CDLXXIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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with a good-bye sign
he turns the summer wind
toward me
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CDLXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Insouciant Spring moon!
Newly-weds lie sleeping; deeply
in their embrace.
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| I am afraid that my close study of Sylvia Plath has made me a little critical of the moon. HB |
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CDLXXV
Michele Harvey
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somewhere too,
these summer stars
fall for you
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CDLXXVI
Dana-Maria Onica
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closer, tighter...
this tension before
blossoming
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CDLXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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The autumn wind
is stripping the maple leaves:
once new as now lost Love.
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CDLXXVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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he didn't come ~
this deafening rain...
this rain!
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CDLXXIX
Hugh Bygott
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Urgency of desire —
a willow in swift water:
how easily she yields . . .
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CDLXXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Lilacs in bloom...
First — "catch me!"
then a kiss...
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CDLXXXI
Billie Dee
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alone again...
her lavender-scented
lingerie drawer
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CDLXXXII
Hugh Bygott
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His silence —
the summer twilight fades; in her eyes
a new intensity.
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CDLXXXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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My Christmas luck:
we bump into each other
under the mistletoe.
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CDLXXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Summer moonlight —
the elegance of lissome limbs
hidden in silhouettes.
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CDLXXXV
Billie Dee
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ripe cherries
from the roadside stand
fruity kisses
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CDLXXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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I undress for you —
on the window screen,
a moth quivers...
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CDLXXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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A dying rose;
those distant days of Eros . . .
All death is lonely.
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| Composed on the Feast Day of the Catholic martyrs, Thomas More and John Fisher, June 22 |
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CDLXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Bench under an oak —
the April moon shines
just for you and me.
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CDLXXXIX
Hugh Bygott
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Lilac rose in full bloom —
complete as those who outlive
perils of deep love.
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CDXC
Zhanna P. Rader
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In the spring twilight,
are you watching it too?
Full moon...
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CDXCI
Billie Dee
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blue bonnets —
your faded levis,
Texas twang
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| blue bonnets are spring prarie wildflowers |
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CDXCII
Hugh Bygott
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Lonely hyacinth —
you are so like us; fulfill'd
and yet unfulfill'd.
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CDXCIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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path in the dark ~
he comes with the moon
above his shoulders
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CDXCIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Our disagreement...
In the lake, the moon's
cold reflection.
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CDXCV
Billie Dee
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useless
this bright warm day
without you
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CDXCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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His words in the train car,
snatched by a mountain tunnel...
Was it "...love you"?
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CDXCVII
Bille Dee
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hanging ten —
even in the tube
I hear your sigh
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hanging 10: 10 toes curled over the nose of a surfboard tube: inside the curl of a wave just before it breaks, a momentary space of otherworldly isolation and sighing echoes:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surfing |
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CDXCVIII
Michele Harvey
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tandem bike
she matches her pace
to his
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CDXCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Vibrating sound
from her hot bedroom —
that faulty ceiling fan...
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Hugh Bygott
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Spring night desire —
Eros, the loosener of limbs,
excites me again.
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| Reconstructed from Fragment 130 of Sappho. Edition of Eva-Maria Voigt, Sappho et Alcaeus Fragmenta. |
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