Craving

January 16, 2018

an exquisite moment

January 12, 2018

Intimacy is the fusion of identities, yours with another’s in an exquisite moment of time.

A Tower of Salt

January 9, 2018

is the body of a woman,

the proprietor of glancing
back

not to see what remains, but if
those girls she bled

stumble with their men,
have enough goat –

a yielding
in the gesture of

resentment, love,
she turned.

Lauren Gordon

This is not what the door’s for – slamming
you up against, opening
your legs with my knee. And it isn’t
leaving, the thing I keep doing
with my shoes still on, or in the car
in the driveway in broad
daylight after waving
goodbye to your neighbours
again. But my body’s a bad
dog, all dumb tongue
and hunger, down
on all fours again, tied up
outside again, coming
when called but then always refusing
to stay. I know what I’m trying
to say, but it isn’t
talking, the thing that I do with my mouth
to your ear, even though
we got the orifices right. To leave
I would have to put clothes on,
and they’d have to fit better
than all of this skin. To leave
I would have to know where to begin:
like this, pressed up
against the half-open window? Like
this, with my foot on the gas? If seeing
is believing then why isn’t touching
knowing for sure? I just want my nerves
to do the work for me, I don’t want
to have to decide. There’s blood in my hands
for fight and blood in my legs
for flight and nowhere
a sign. Believe me, I’ll leave if you just
let me touch you again for the last
last time.

Ali Shapiro

love every centimetre

December 24, 2017

I’m not a boobs or booty kind of girl, I’m an everything kind of girl,
I will get excited about your ears and your fingers,
I’ll lose my train of thought over your shoulders and down your back,
Your legs will need to be draped over me in some form at all times of relaxing so that I can run my hands over them,
Or your back will find a rest against my chest and between my arms,
I will praise your forehead and your eyes,
I will tickle the back sides of your knees,
I’ll blow warm air onto your cheeks and kiss your smile,
Sometimes your frown,
I will touch every inch of you that you allow me to touch because I will not solely love the curve of your ass cheek or the perk of your breast,
I will love every centimetre of you,
When I am focused on you,
You become more than a warm body to me,
You become my laughter and the place I need to mindlessly touch to feel home,
I will love all of you.

Asa Henson

addicted…

December 21, 2017

I am addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
And I cannot forget its flavour

A kiss

December 19, 2017

Call it a kiss, but
I want to dip my fingers
into a dark wine
and paint your lips red
and let it drip down your neck.

I want to cup your wet chin
and raise the goblet
of your fine wine mouth to mine.
I want to drink from you
until we taste the same.

Peregrine

A warning to you all…

December 16, 2017

Secret Love

December 5, 2017

Forever, that is what we said;
But you are there and I am here
And someone else is in the bed,
Though forever is what we said.
My longings I have quieted
And my face has a look of cheer:
Forever, that is what we said —
But you are there and I am here.

CW Hawes
Published in the December 2005 issue of Makata.

We only have this one, short life. It’s not a damn rehearsal, so make the most of what’s on offer…