The Woman You Love Cuts Apples for You and stirs them in sea salt and vinegarShe takes a drag from her Silk Cut eases again through the fruit’s fleshthe blade stopping short of her thumb You are both sweating at the shoulder (East Ham’s hottest summer) And you realize these are not the times to come… Continue reading Patrick Rosal
Memory or dream, was that your kiss under myeyelid’s flicker? I miss you even before you’ve takenleave. This morning is full of the cries of woodpeckers—part ululation, part rusty hinge. Your heart goeswith them, or forages among the stones with sparrows,trusting in what it finds. You never say So longor Au revoir, only Next time… Continue reading Luisa A. Igloria
The Kisser’s Handbook (The Sensitive Male Chapter) Awkward and dry is love. A moist kiss simmers as cherry pie. A peck reddens into poppy. Several feed like birds in your hands. The first kiss carries history. The customary roses, a bouquet received by two. On the right side of her mouth, she is your mother.… Continue reading Joseph O. Legaspi
When she’s sucking your lips as if through a straw she wants you in her. Never quite touching, lips bridged by warm clouds of breath, speak in recitation: Because I am the ocean in which she cannot swim, my lover turned into the sea, Or, cradle her in the cushions of your lips and let… Continue reading Joseph O. Legaspi
The Vale of Soul-Making 