By Gloria Harvey Copyright ©2026 At midnight’s lip, the jack-o’-lanterns glow, Their wicked grins all amber, low, and sly. You move like smoke where moonlit shadows flow, A velvet spell beneath a bruised-oak sky. Your mask slips down, but not enough to hide The hunger sparking softly in your stare. Black lace, red wine, the candleflames collide, And cinnamon shivers through the haunted air. The ghosts lean close, then blush and drift away, Too shy to haunt the heat be

By Greg Carson Copyright ©2026 Silk night drapes the moon in a sultry glow, Candles lick air with tongues of amber flame, Your gaze—like a dagger—cuts soft and slow, Whispering my name as if tasting the same. Pumpkin light spills curves in molten gold, Smoke curls around us, a serpent’s caress, The wind’s sly fingers slip through the cold, Tracing the spine beneath my black dress. Graveyard roses breathe perfume of decay, Yet sweet on your lips, the scent turns divine, We dan