by Todd Rivers Copyright ©2026 Kissing lips ripe as spring’s first cherries, Sweet with the promise of breaking fast. Silk stockings whisper like palms in wind, Your dress a petal about to fall. We kneel, not in pews, But in the garden of each other’s heat, Where lilies lean to watch. So sweet. And warm to caress. The world outside sings of risen light, But here, in the shadowed bloom, We practice our own resurrection, Bodies unsealing like tombs, Flesh finding its h

by May Lee Copyright ©2026 In gardens where the soft winds sigh, Beneath a vast and blushing sky, Two souls converge in whispered hush, Their lips ignite the springtime’s blush. The kiss, a spark, a gentle flame, That calls the wild by lovers’ name, Fingers trace the tender skin, A secret world begins within. Through fields where blooming petals fall, They wander close, they hear love’s call, The touch, a language pure and sweet, Where heart and body softly meet. A