By Li-Young Lee
Wrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn…
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn…
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- By Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should… - By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the milky way
dreams us
into galaxy
no need for heaven this
is how it started:
way out beyond we
below
the sweet of your lips
dipped in promise
anxieties claim us
bark and skin
what we... - By Alexis Pauline Gumbsthis is how i want you to love me
blue over blue over blue
wet til the paper buckles
dark so the owls come out
blue
and at the edge a mountain
that knows no country
respects no borders
don’t care when i forget
my own name
your love so... - By Nome Emeka Patricklate night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside
play the the drums of their lives
the candle by our bedside flickers, flickers
billie eilish in the background, in the red background
swears she knows us
i can hear your breath rubbing against mine
your breasts flattened... - By Hart CraneI
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks,
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed
Gaily digging and scattering.
And in answer to their treble interjections
The sun beats lightning... - By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.
Robes and ritches rotes in dike,
Prowde payntyng slakes into sorow,
Delites and drewryse stynk sal ful sone,
Þair golde and þaire tresoure drawes þam til dede.
Al... - By M. Bartley SeigelOn this cross-quarter day, quick to temper and cool,
your long lashes startle me with their rime of hoarfrost,
and I am snared like a rabbit pulled into your gravity
by the run of our long love affair together. The seasons race past,
one... - By Kara Jacksonstill, living like they orbit one another,
my grandfather, the planet, & grandma, his moon assigned
by some gravitational pull. they have loved long enough
for a working man to retire. grandma says she’s not tired,
she... - By Wendy BattinIf you can taste the oak in aging love,
then no betrayal overcomes the taste
of smoke on the lips and fire in the throat.
You drank some drug that no blood test can trace.
Love asks every thing, but will take nothing
for an... - By Craig Santos PerezI don't love you as if you were rare earth metals,
conflict diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that cause
war. I love you as one loves the most vulnerable
species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss.
I love you as one loves... - By Mohja KahfHere it is Ramadan
and I forgot to pray
I can think only of you
Here it is iftar
and I forgot to eat
banqueting on a joy
not at this table
Here it is nightfall
and I forgot the lightswitch
a whole chandelier
brilliant in my ribcage
Here it is... - By Luther HughesI came to understand you, dear aperture,
dear sweet sweet apple. I lean into the raven
headboard and place my finger on your pucker.
I tap once, twice, run a line from the delicate fruit
to the testicles’ porch, and the mumble
from the backhoe... - By Geraldine Clarksoni married a person of great age whom i had won
in a bet. they seemed prophet or king. of considerable
pedigree. and worshipper of chance.
... - By Marjorie SaiserI save my love for what is close,
for the dog's eyes, the depths of brown
when I take a wet cloth to them
to wash his face. I save my love
for the smell of coffee at The Mill,
the roasted near-burn of it,... - By Ellen Bassto love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy... - By Wallace Stevens“Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,
O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,
There is not nothing, no, no, never nothing,
Like the clashed edges of two words that kill.”
And so I mocked her in magnificent measure.
Or was it that... - By John KeatsThou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
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- By Joy HarjoWe
arrived
when the days
grew legs of night.
Chocolates were offered.
We ate latkes for hours
to celebrate light and friends.
We will keep going despite dark
or a madman in a white house dream.
Let’s talk about something else said the dog
who begs faithfully at the door... - By Joy HarjoWe watched her grow up.
She was the urgent chirper,
Fledgling flier.
And when spring rolled
Out its green
She’d grown
Into the most noticeable
Bird-girl.
Long-legged and just
The right amount of blush
Tipping her wings, crest
And tail, and
She knew it
In the bird parade.
We watched her strut.
She owned her...