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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 Jihyun Park
www.jihyunart.com

Homage to Skype (8 years)

by Kristen Dobbin
http://kristendobbin.tumblr.com 

by Maria D.

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.