By Jane Huffman
I want to describe my desire to loosen
without any of the usual trappings
of loosening. I cannot take…
without any of the usual trappings
of loosening. I cannot take…
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- By Han VanderHartflying backwards down the highway
blue shirt knotted at the waist
when desire hunts she says: I’m interested… - By Sanam SheriffThese days, freedom
means: no shame.
What she calls
your cock rises
at its name, invisible
as wind… - By Rigoberto GonzálezIn love again, I welcome the familiar
high, the dizzying state of detecting
signs around me that the world… - By Kandace Siobhan Walkerthat makes the city look like revelation
because I love you. Just wanted to check in
and see how you… - By Maya RibaultAt one, you lobstered me. Or was it
in an indulgent womb you tattooed me?
A milky lake—a stain fold under… - By Sean SingerTo seek the delirium of your ravage, the polestar for your bronze winds.
To be lascivious, to be enclosed… - By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By bruno daríofantasía
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany you
on the adventure of mastery.
How I’d love
our love, the antonym of art! - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Gavriella GilbertSo, she breathes. Do you believe in God
like the rest of them? Birch-light
rains down the wall, moving… - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore…