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today you grasped

the stars as

they were slipping off

the edge of my horizon

and shook them back

into the sky

- cynthia fuller, fire roses

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love amidst the war

nestles

like where you lay your head

between my breasts

flows river green

between the aria peaks

falls

as crimson petals

on new graves

grows

fresh lilies

from a rotting corpse

- jean “binta” breeze, love amidst the war

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that spring night i spent

pillowed on your arm

never really happened

except in a dream

- lady suo, that spring night i spent

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and you, and in your warmth, and massed

together in your shape, not obsession

because that’s now a perfume

but yes, the loved one, tugging kind

- diane ward, passion

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“you arrive on the dot, in the nick

of time, with your red curls flying

i was about to slip down the sink like grease”

- michele roberts, magnificat