Passion Collision | A Poem by G.S. Katz

would have kissed you harder
deeper
you kept me slightly at bay
next time will be different
passion collision
no fault
mouth on mouth
only coming up for air
no deposit, no return
Mr. Manhattan
lurking in your tangled hair
in your rear view mirror
on line at the bank
while cooking eggs…

Bushwhacked | A Poem by Daniel Klawitter

“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John
Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578).

Of all her many weapons,
it was her voice
that left me voiceless—
like sunrise on a battlefield
speechless with corpses.

I tell you that her words
were like war—
a skirmish of metaphors
wounding my already purple heart.

Ambushed and bushwhacked
booby-trapped and blown apart
in the jungles of despair—
I was captured
with multiple fractures
and was unprepared
for this guerilla warfare.

I am listed as:
a prisoner of conscience
a casualty of her
barbed wire kisses
and the double-barreled shotgun
of her cocked and loaded eyes.

She hardly even cried
when she pulled the trigger and said:
“This is war, kid.”
Now…
Go figure.

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High Wire | A Poem by G.S. Katz

passion and romance
and then
the opening
the walkway looking west
a small cutaway
I held you close
staring into your laser eyes
holding you tight
tenderness spinning out of control
but a new control emerged
one you knew was buried
deep in my brow
matching you stare for stare
electrons and gamma rays
cross stimulation
I took your smile
and marked it
with my glare
taking you
under my wing
protecting you
feeding you
giving you breath
tasting your submission
leaving you hungry for more……

My Harsh Words | A Poem by Joseph Romano

My wife Mary is the most beautiful woman that ever lived.
Mary has a heart so big and is always ready to forget and forgive.
Mary has stuck with me for some sixty four or more years.
And last night my cross words made
My Mary cry a river of tears.

Last night the heat of then moment caught me off guard.
And the words I exchanged with Mary were mean and hard.
Forgive me my beautiful Mary for the harsh words I said.
It would have been better my dear if I had eaten and digested them
Instead.…

Not the Same | A Poem by Guy Farmer

Sitting in the dark
Clutching what he sees
As the last vestiges
Of his power and prestige.

Things have changed too much,
They’re just not the same
As when he was growing up,
Burdensome reality.

Everything was better when
Things rightfully went his way,
Not because of who he was,
Just by random chance.…

Bras and Brownies | A Poem by G.S. Katz

she undresses to please me
I’m not shy about asking
bra and panties
bondage restraints
nothing at all

she is supremely sexual
and a beautiful soul to boot
one of a kind sensuality
and she bakes brownies for her kids…

Lack | A Poem by Guy Farmer

A complete lack of empathy.
A wall that has no end,
Too high to climb over,
Obscures the landscape,
Separates people who
Might have been friends,
Prevents understanding,
Love, humanity.…

Her Vortex | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Her Vortex | A Poem by G.S. Katz

Summer
Contours of lust
All around us
Deep inside vixen
Secrets exposed
Her vortex
Revealed
She gives all
She doesn’t break easily
But
Don’t toy with her heart
She’ll take you down
And leave you broken
Better to treat her well
She’s the real deal
A beautiful soul
Walk with her hand in hand
She’ll be yours for the asking
Vixen
The essence of desire
Flight and elevation
Vixen
A rare wine to be opened
And to consume……