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The Best of 2014

ny girl
by john e

upon the roof
by john e

by Nettie Kestler


Haiku 2012
by Various Authors

Haiku 2001
by Various Authors

Limericks 2012
by Various Authors

Limericks 2007
by Various Authors

by Various Authors

Horrible Erotikishka Pomes
by Various Authors

By Ashley Lister
Kisses Crops and Canes
Kneel and Worship
Sonnet 18+

By john e
The Voyeur Leaves
Acorns and Moss
Molly Was Not...
Doing Without
A Sometimes Belligerent...
antecedent obliteration
It Slips Away
Your clothes

By Nettie Kestler
Falls to Mabon

By Nick Nicholson
All Days Valentine

By Nikki Isaak

By Raziel Moore
Does poetry have rules?
Where is my poetry?

By Rose B. Thorny
3 x 3 x 3
That Old Refrain

By Valentina Bonnaire

It Slips Away

by john e


erotic poetry

How does it come to us, what we consider
held in memory, released by a glance?
A small glow over her shoulder's shiver,
and how as it faded time disproved chance.

Sudden morning. She's walked to the river.
Myself here, awash in the same sun's dance.

Nothing is abrupt. Last season recedes
with chilly, disturbed and temperate needs.

Now, when I recall, by accident of sense
that morning I watched you, uncostumed
at water's edge, alone, my common pretense
of slumber unquestioned, in our room
still -- red mountain cabin, mute of these events ...

Now alone, apartmented, anti-wombed:
why should I expect sunlight on your skin
to greet me, as I lie awake again?

Others may have lain there, honest, unlike us;
They'd rise together to tend to the flue,
the fireplace a cave where tempered gusts
made stars appear, and dance; and though they knew
it an erratic path to cinder dust
still remained as fire, resisted coming-to,

touched by each spark. For me? Casement and cold
water, ash and embers, quietly foretold.

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