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MCI
Michele Harvey
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sickle moon...
he reads my mind
in the dark
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MCII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Blackout —
we find each other's
warmth.
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MCIII
Robert D. Wilson
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a cold night . . .
your warmth in
the darkness
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MCIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Still sound asleep —
bit by bit, the dawn reveals
her body curves.
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MCV
Michele Harvey
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Valentines...
she accepts the warmth
of his coat
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MCVI
Robert D. Wilson
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ah, summer!
savoring the taste of
fresh melon
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MCVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Hot beach —
cool melons
to share.
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MCVIII
Robert D. Wilson
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magical, the
taste of melon juice
on another's finger
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MCIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Too many melons
to chose from — he goes
for the biggest ones.
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MCX
Robert D. Wilson
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late night . . .
tasting sweetness
without lanterns
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MCXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Stars and fireflies,
all the light we need —
honeymoon retreat.
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MCXII
Robert D. Wilson
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the wisp of wind
between bed sheets . . .
starlit night
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MCXIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Apart for one day —
I breath in the scent
of your pillow.
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MCXIV
Michele Harvey
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morning mist...
the pause before I write,
"love"
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MCXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Half-awake,
I still cling to my dream —
the magic of his hands.
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MCXVII
Michele Harvey
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blind date...
I try to read the creases
of his palm
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MCXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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That
wedding ring on his finger —
gone's my spring-day dream.
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MCXIX
Michele Harvey
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Ocean of Storms...
this dark side
of passion
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MCXX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Don't speak of passion,
save me from drowning in it —
cherries in blossom.
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MCXXI
Vaughn Seward
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Each petal
shares its moment...
as silent love.
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MCXXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Your rose-petal lips —
when they touch mine,
a delicate fragrance.
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MCXXIV
Tanya Dikova
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dancing water...
the rhythm
of her hips
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MCXXV
Zhanna P. Rader
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I test deep waters
of your love — a dragonfly
drowning in the pond.
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MCXXVI
Robert D. Wilson
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come back, come
back dragonfly; tickle
this darkness
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MCXXVII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The love birds,
beak to beak —
his telling look at me.
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MCXXVIII
Michele Harvey
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an admirer...
hearkening to the dulcet tones
of a bluebird
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MCXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Last-year leaves —
the repetition
of his promises...
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MCXXX
Robert D. Wilson
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scattered leaves . . .
always having to
be in the mood
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MCXXXI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Red roses —
her lover, always in the mood
for more beer.
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MCXXXII
Tanya Dikova
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Indian summer —
gently caressing my skin,
a sunbeam
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MCXXXIII
Robert D. Wilson
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moonless night . . .
i miss the foreplay
of shadows
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MCXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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In the shadows
of the tree, next to you —
a lucky me.
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MCXXXV
Terry A. Steudlein
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breath to breath
warming your back
with my chest
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MCXXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring snow —
I save the garden daffodils
as a bouquet for you.
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| On March 1st, we had a heavy snowfall in Georgia, USA. We had not seen any snow here for more than five years. |
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MCXXXVII
Robert D. Wilson
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elephant grass . . .
navigating the wetness
of dreams
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MCXXXVIII
Michele Harvey
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snowmelt...
after the long winter
she says, "yes"
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MCXXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring-Sunday snow —
we stay home to catch up
with our romance.
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MCXL
Robert D. Wilson
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from behind
our breaths entwined
. . . as one
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XCXLI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Soft zephyr —
he closes his eyes, breaths in
her refine perfume.
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XCXLII
Michele Harvey
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spring snow...
too soon forgotten
his first love
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MCXLIII
Robert D. Wilson
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spring rain . . .
plowing fertile
soil
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MCXLIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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Young leaves...
A stranger and I
exchange smiles.
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MCXLV
Robert D. Wilson
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i want you
to feel something more
than a dream
leftover from
a magazine you read
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| (permit me to add a tanka to the eros series) |
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MCXLVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Full moon —
when the floating clouds hide it,
I'll tell him I love him.
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MCXLVII
Robert D. Wilson
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summer moon . . .
we sit in the corner
exchanging texts
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MCXLVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Spring urge for love —
he talks about it with a stranger
in the cyberspace.
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MCXLIX
Robert D. Wilson
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walk with me,
into a breath full
of summer
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MCL
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her smile through
a clear domed umbrella —
rainbow...
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