by Joyelle Osburn |
Categories:
love
There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift my nose
to taste the smell that desires
to be invited-
ignited in the closing of your breath,
untarnished and thirsty.
Like rage, it licks,
streams,
and enters my dreams
glossy as brilliance-
you-
rush in my mentation
with warmth that comforts
my skin.
I breathe you in unfathomable-
not wanting to exhale.
by Tony Bush |
Categories:
daughter, family, love, mother, son,
a poem about pregnancy
The gentle swell, eroticism's outcome,
the heat of passion empirical,
cross-pollination's perspiration,
beads of love conceived this miracle.
So still, this tranquil life, yet felt
a heart in rough plan stages;
taps a growing rhythm,
embryonic, sweetly ages.
In the gilt-edged cameo of the mind
you, in my body edifice,
change face and gender seamlessly;
mysteriously as a chrysalis.
So still, this tranquil life, and then
his hand flat on my abdomen,
we jolt absorbent of the joy
when you kick...and kick again.
by Mahtab Bangalee |
Categories:
irony, life, love,
Here I'm on retirement without you
With the blue canvas of memory
Out of the scene
Crystal raindrops shouting
in the sharp dawn
No Kohinoor of the London Tower is precious
No Gold of Nevada is attractive
But the wedding ring from the footpath hawker
I offered- Here now
I'm a shattered wantonness without you
Dividing absorbent you are in my heart
Nothing else except a fertile harvester
A pen or some dumb words
The seeds on the roots are drawing
a stagnant river or a fission algae
©Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April