by Ron Riekki Her heart, an art of goodness, a great sky of it, roping me in, us, you too, reader, if you just listen, her past, so sexy,...

by John Tustin She teases me By standing on the other side of the room By the window in the good light With her legs wrapped up in those...

by Peter Mladinic 1 I live with windows, doors, animals, trees, the memory of ecstasy, certainty of dust. Dust is dust. Ecstasy, the...

by Stephen Mead is the biggest picnic blanket ever & the tar-darkest. Even these green grasses planted as mats in boxes to combat ozone...

by Scumdrop Red raspberries ripen, On carved cheeks, Along my stubbled skin. Two eyes holding mine. Attracting this fruity flush. My...

by Wess Mongo Jolley You draw me upon your skin and pierce me like the bitterness of cigarettes on your tongue. Were I to sketch myself...

by John Tustin I see your body laid out on the bed and It is a fine thing, a work of art - One bare foot leaning over the edge just so...

by Ron Riekki I doze into your eyes, yes, so relaxed that I good-boy your everything, pet-pet-pet, steady love like lightninged ecstasy,...