by Juanita Rey At the end of night,I gently brush his lips with mine,avoid the fangs beyond.I sense he is venomousthough there’s something to be saidfor a flattering forked tongue.And he’s just the one to say it.Plus there’s thatproud handsome head,the skin that he seemsso eager to be shed.I won’t let this go any further.Once…
Tag: Poetry
The Town from the Train
by John Grey I hope the people who populate this townnever speed by it in a train.For then they’ll see how brief it is –a departure masquerading as an arrival. They’ll suddenly realize that, all these years,they’ve been living in a blur,a fuzzy siding, distorted buildings,some shapes, an eye-blink worth of road. There’d be no…
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Want Ad for a Friend
by L. Lois I just want a friendwho’s smartvalues readingwrites a bitknows good from badwith common sense woman or man or in-betweenpreferably close enoughto walknot afraid of timelingeringdear judgment that fliesbetween equalslove dripping fromgoodbyesnever a questionof cutting off laughter at absurditytears at beautyholding spacefor each othernever wholealways present About the Author: L. Lois lives in…
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