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DCLI
Hugh Bygott
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Spur'ed by desire,
I catch her lips which redden mine . . .
Envious maples watch.
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DCLII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cold wind —
we hug tight warming each other
under a bare birch.
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DCLIII
Hugh Bygott
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Autumn dusk —
I kiss her hand, her pale ring-mark . . .
a widow’s desire.
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DCLIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Country vacations —
the scent of fresh hay
lingers on his palms...
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DCLV
Michele Harvey
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snow showers...
was our spring embrace
so long ago?
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DCLVI
Hugh Bygott
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Autumn light through glass —
Briefly, I hold the pure hand of a nun . . .
. . . love that cannot be . . .
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DCLVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Loving her man,
she still flirts at her workplace —
dogwoods in bloom...
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DCLVIII
Michele Harvey
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unboxing
little christmas lights
reflective smiles
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DCLIX
Hortensia Anderson
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the language of love
flowers on our tongues —
eros...rose...eros
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| Original haiku, Hortensia. :) Zhanna |
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DCLX
Michele Harvey
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sun dazzle
through the frosted window...
we begin anew
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DCLXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The bud opens —
with the mystery gone,
his loss of attraction.
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DCLXII
Hugh Bygott
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Love that does not fade . . .
He lifts the strands from her face:
softly as petals fall.
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DCLXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Your bunch of violets —
I forget what it was
that hurt my feelings.
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DCLXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Fresh white chrysanthemums —
your breasts more beautiful
and delicate to my touch
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DCLXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring aerobics —
jumping, I hold my breasts
with both hands.
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DCLXVI
Tanya Dikova
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jasmine fragrance
I dance wrapped up only
in your velvet voice
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DCLXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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That odd straw hat
with fake cherries and grapes —
her pretty face makes it chic.
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DCLXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Her red lips close on mine . . .
Summer sunset slips away,
silence claiming us.
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DCLXIX
Terry A. Steudlein
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rose petal fresh
the scent of her breasts
intoxicating me
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DCLXX
Trish Shields
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dawn spreads
its blanket across the sky
his eyes flash
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DCLXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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On the rosebud,
a raindrop trembles —
caressing wind...
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DCLXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Stars fading, spring dawn . . .
Her lissome limbs hold me captive . . .
Her lips, ambrosia . . .
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DCLXXIII
Michele Harvey
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two sun dogs
frame the winter sun...
his hand finds mine
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DCLXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her mouth half-open,
the upper front teeth showing —
a nightingale's song...
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DCLXXV
Trish Shields
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rising passion
goose flesh denies
her sweat-filled brow
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DCLXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Flowers in her hair —
the young widow's naked fingers
fill me with delight.
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DCLXXVII
Terry A. Steudlein
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coffee brewing —
her breasts pressed to my back
opposing urges
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DCLXXVIII
Tanya Dikova
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a spinning dance
of two voices in space —
Internet romance
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DCLXXIX
Zhanna P.Rader
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A football widow,
lonely no more with her
Internet widower.
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DCLXXX
Tanya Dikova
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your soft voice
gently caresses me —
from far, far away.
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DCLXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Dimming light —
she writes his name dreamingly
on the frozen window.
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DCLXXXII
Michele Harvey
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afternoon surf
the sleepy rhythm
of a lover's breath
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DCLXXXIII
Tanya Dikova
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your breath
on my shoulder —
dawn
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| Previously published in "tinywords". |
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DCLXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Scotch folk dance —
hoping to be chosen
by him.
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DCLXXXV
Michele Harvey
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musical chairs...
at the adult's table
a couple plays footsie
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DCLXXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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The wind lifts
a bridesmaid's chiffon dress —
"Tom" or "Tim" tattoo?
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DCLXXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Not seeing me,
she lifts her skirt to free a ladybird . . .
Oh, what delights!
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DCLXXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Red calla lily —
a ladybird's checking
the dewy spadix.
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DCLXXXIX
Tanya Dikova
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a dew-drop
on a rose's petal
yearning...
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DCXC
Hugh Bygott
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Spring dawn, first light —
her eyes awaken in me
the fire of desire.
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DCXCI
Tanya Dikova
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aurora
your body's outline
follows mine
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DCXCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Gentle wind —
the shine of your hair
in autumn light...
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DCXCIII
Trish Shields
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the scent of her hair
remains after she's gone
winter roses
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DCXCIV
Tanya Dikova
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winter morning
the warmth of my body
covers all of you
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DCXCV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Northern winter —
no night with you
is too long.
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DCXCVI
Hortensia Anderson
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raindrop rivulets
through the glass pane, beloved —
your tear-stained face...
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DCXCVII
Terry A. Steudlein
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in the cold bed
your warmth surrounds me
winter winds
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DCXCVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Night chill
creeps through the tent —
your warm back...
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DCXCIX
Trish Shields
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I sleep with
your hand in mine —
ivy and holly
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DCC
Zhanna P. Rader
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The boat's transient tracks...
your so-permanent mark
on my heart...
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