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page 25
 
 
 
 
 
In the deeper pinks
where pollen spills
into unapproached
crevices. Where the
unsureness of forever
promises  incumbent
red. There... a great lie
lives. I did not bloom
for the sun's sake, or
that there should be
oodles of mekind
or that bees should
buzz another day.
I risked the locust
feast and countless 
cricket kareoke nights
to know..... you.

 
~dw
 
 
 
 
 
Hosannas play behind the ear
That soothing, unending scent of love,
Not one false note will you ever hear -
 
For the strands and threads wove
Are all made from the finest silk,
Made from fig tree leaves, where the dove
 
Nested and built
A place free from storm clouds.
In a land of milk
 
And honey, life gently lifts forever-vows;
Youth's eternal bloom is what love allows.
 
 
~susan
 
 
 
 
 
petulantly pink petals
erotic redness rendered
blushing bride-like brightness
 
a visual overload
with emotional overtone
 
pink, so yielding
yet, commanding.

 
~bb
 
 
 
 
 
Perilously, you watch
As we reflect
What's not deserved.
 
 
~mailman
 
 
 
 
 
could be flower petals.
could be coral polyps.
could be tissue, maybe alveoli.
could be art.
could finds ways to be.
 
 
~gmatter
 
 
 
 
 
Believe it's True
 
 
Titian to the art, delicate tissues
of petals of the snow white pinkish rose;
the flounce of Degas as ballet, dances
swift, sweep the wedding song
 
to the two, the tender words before
to be true of youth, of secrets more
the days of honey, of birds, of dew
the stillness of hello, surprise and mirth
 
 
 
~Meanders
 
 
 
 
 
marked beauty
 
 
lovely fresh face
symphonic smile
 
yet, everyone
everyone must at first
 
rub curiously at that spot
to check if she's for real 
 
 
~ateto mort
 
 
 
 


forty-thousand satin hatchets tornado
from some secret stolen.
dazzle bite and sense it twirls
in endless bent to lure a pearl,
and in this sex of attacks woven
lies the whys of my dive
to freedom
beneath'em.


~drifftwood

 
 
 
 
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