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Gillena Cox, TT   Closed Windows   August rains, And the night lays, Within its august silence; But for the sound on the rooftop; A gust of wind, Blows the rain indoors, Without the slightest bit of angst, I close the windows; Bowing to the weather's august Decree.

 

John Tion Chunghoo, ML   Horizon   the sea and the sky share one heart only the horizon knows the distance between their longings - echoed over and over in a restless mass of tide cresting between anxious hints of hope and the tremulous sighs of anguish

 

Norla Antinoro, US   Toxic Love   kisses like blackberries fingerprints of love across my breasts and the glowing tip of his cigarette stir once again the urge to run as I awaken a continent away sweat drenched and shaking not safe and weeping heart still held hostage by toxic love     Murder Rises   Murder rises from insolvent hearts impoverished by rage seeking absolution from betrayal     No Thanks. But Thanks Anyway   His excitement reminds me of a Golden Retriever, as with cheerful abandon he wiggles his way into my bed drooling from time to time. I have to admire his spirit and his energy. He makes a great walking companion for no intellectual discourse will disturb the quiet of the forest. But my mind reviews my to do list as he murmurs nothings in my ear both obscene and badly parsed. And I find my thoughts wandering through my plans for supper and whether he is worth the effort it takes to house train him. Twice I have known passion and burned up the night with partners who left no room for thought nor time for discussion until we floated in the golden afterglow. After such a wild gypsy dance I cannot settle for a polka with a pup. So I pat him with a smile, move and leave no forwarding address. After dancing through the fire with minds and hearts that challenge me and Eros that makes me gasp Golden Retriever lovers are simply bestiality. And far too much effort.     Close Enough to Start a Fire   Too close, your heart and mine danced through the darkness walked together boldly through the light always at the edge of breaking always at the brink of burgeoning creation and breathless balanced on the rim of sweet disaster     Heartbeats   heartbeats painting shadows across my counterpane trail pathways through the velvet night breathless sweet traceries of unencumbered thirst well slaked     Meadow Crows   in summer’s golden light an argument of crows debates the meadow without consensus