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Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 4.1
| Sarah Frost - The Losing Game |
His bed a sea, and you in it not waving but drowning. He drew
the line for you with the mention of his wife, and then crossed it,
placing his hand on your hip, pulling you toward him. His eyes
were sea-urchins fastened to your face. ‘She wants you back,
your estranged wife?’ you asked, and felt him nod into your neck,
and then the stones in your mouth. What else was there to say.
The harbor roaring beyond his hotel window and the lack
midnight water glistening. You shivered with cold so he placed a
maroon throw over you, a winding sheet for hope. You lay there a
girl, shaken awake into an adult’s dream, not knowing what to
do. Sleep came like a drug but you woke as he did, felt him
twitch beneath your fingers and knew he wanted you. But still he
said ‘I won’t’ and you were a diver swimming up through the
deeps, desperate for air and never reaching it. Shame burning
your lungs, you saved your tears for the journey home through
early morning streets, implacable city crowds parting to let you
pass, and the sun, already hot, branding itself across your back.
the line for you with the mention of his wife, and then crossed it,
placing his hand on your hip, pulling you toward him. His eyes
were sea-urchins fastened to your face. ‘She wants you back,
your estranged wife?’ you asked, and felt him nod into your neck,
and then the stones in your mouth. What else was there to say.
The harbor roaring beyond his hotel window and the lack
midnight water glistening. You shivered with cold so he placed a
maroon throw over you, a winding sheet for hope. You lay there a
girl, shaken awake into an adult’s dream, not knowing what to
do. Sleep came like a drug but you woke as he did, felt him
twitch beneath your fingers and knew he wanted you. But still he
said ‘I won’t’ and you were a diver swimming up through the
deeps, desperate for air and never reaching it. Shame burning
your lungs, you saved your tears for the journey home through
early morning streets, implacable city crowds parting to let you
pass, and the sun, already hot, branding itself across your back.
Table of Contents
Poems
Christopher Kenneth Hanson -
Romancing Illusion
Sobia Fayyaz - Sex or
Gender?, Sleepy Head
Nicole Taylor - Lukewarm
Tim DeQuatro - Sultry Nights
Sarah Frost - Day, The Losing
Game
David Haase - her secret
confection
D.C. Lynn - Succubus, Love of
the West Wind
Isaac James Baker - Animal
Stephen Williams - Split
Personality
Stacy Lynn Mar - Sins of
Summer
Barry Napier - The Longitudes
of Buttons
Poems
Christopher Kenneth Hanson -
Romancing Illusion
Sobia Fayyaz - Sex or
Gender?, Sleepy Head
Nicole Taylor - Lukewarm
Tim DeQuatro - Sultry Nights
Sarah Frost - Day, The Losing
Game
David Haase - her secret
confection
D.C. Lynn - Succubus, Love of
the West Wind
Isaac James Baker - Animal
Stephen Williams - Split
Personality
Stacy Lynn Mar - Sins of
Summer
Barry Napier - The Longitudes
of Buttons