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Resurrecting Passion by Michael R. Burch
Last night, while dawn was far awayand rain streaked gray, tumescent skies,as thunder boomed and lightning railed,I conjured words, where passion failed … But, oh, that you were mine tonight,sprawled in this bed, held in these arms,your breasts pale baubles in my hands,our bodies bent to old demands … Such passions we might resurrect,if onlyContinue Reading

The Vale of Soul-Making by Daniel Leach
Down from some dim, distant star it glimmers, Through the leafy shadows of this vale,But unnoticed in their eyes it shimmers As they make love in the moonlight pale; Never heeding, not yet knowing, A new soul already growing, That will soon its first bright, sunny morning hail. What will be its little journey’s meaning? What partContinue Reading

Shijing Ode #4: Jiu Mu
In the South, beneath trees with drooping branchesthick with vines that make them shady,we find our lovely princely lady:May she repose in happiness! In the South, beneath trees with drooping brancheswhose clinging vines make hot days shady,we wish love’s embrace for our lovely lady:May she repose in happiness! In the South, beneath trees with droopingContinue Reading
