by Sara Gelfgren
http://saragelfgren.com/
by Chris Boyd
@ichrisboyd
Closet Romance
“I guess this is the closest we can ever get to each other,” said the naked girl as she lay in front of the naked boy.
“I wish I could be even more inside of you,“ said the boy as he drew a trembling finger slowly along her smooth curves.
“What, like double penetration?” said the girl turning slightly in the dark.
“No,” said the boy with a sigh, “Not like that at all.”
The naked girl listened for a while to the sound of soft earth hitting hard wood above them before she took her last breath.
The naked boy gazed blindly at the heavy roof two inches from his nose.
END
by Greta Bellamacina
www.gretabellamacina.com
http://gretabellamacina.tumblr.com/
@grbellamacina
Born Woman
I think I saw an angel- Venus,
A plane of poetry, birthed
A portrait bitter and waxed to Juliet.
In a concert hall, remote in pace
Like memory upon.
I think I saw her awake,
Modern her posture twisting and keen. Madam
Seizing. Madam moon
Should I sing you a song I wrote today?
Naive to the fades and edges of a drum.
Twelve o’clock she chooses literature.
And its always been a while to you
Woman. Lady- madam moon. Assume
The world from the small shell house,
In love songs planet.
Yes, it was her rising through oysters
And soot. Pools of mapped palms.
Born a woman to the sea. Battle her spirit
Because interaction paints foam and vacant
Filleted verse. Nude and Latin she plays tiles- an unofficial state.
Because reality makes men- in class,
As watered angels are not so.
Obscure she a sketch of direction,
Slender like a slant of a hill- top tree
And Venus an angel, you are sure not to see.
by Daisy Walker
www.daisysachawalker.wordpress.com
@deedoubleyoo
That devastating, beating need only the deepest love can induce.
Beat a changing pattern, beat a beat,
A twisting wind that whirls and twirls inside,
Your sudden call brings rhythm to my feet,
A longing desire my body dares to ride,
I hanker for you; my head, my heart, my hands-
crave your heard, your heart, your hands, your skin-
to kiss. Take me to your lands,
Take me there to wash away the din,
Take my eyes- they’ve looked and never seen,
Take my lips- they’ve seldom served me well,
Yet leave my touch- fingertips free-
to learn the light and shade of all your tell.
And then when i have learnt and all is done,
kill me then, to rot beneath the sun.
