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Poetry & Art of the Intelligently Erotic
Issue 3.5
| Kileen Gilroy - Peaking |
He opens
my hands
like windows
where the dreams
I have been waiting for slip
through cracks,
slide inside
the curve of the crescent
moon to begin again.
He finds
places to fall
between as I sink
into his eyes.
Irises inside
burst from my ribs
as his fingers press
into the gardens
of who I might be.
I exhale light,
fill the walls with color,
spread my hands
wide like wings
leaving behind
a puddle of stars.
my hands
like windows
where the dreams
I have been waiting for slip
through cracks,
slide inside
the curve of the crescent
moon to begin again.
He finds
places to fall
between as I sink
into his eyes.
Irises inside
burst from my ribs
as his fingers press
into the gardens
of who I might be.
I exhale light,
fill the walls with color,
spread my hands
wide like wings
leaving behind
a puddle of stars.
Table of Contents
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality
Poems
Kileen Gilroy - You Don't
Know What Love Is, Peaking,
The Wrong Time, The Painter
Maurice Oliver - Her Garden
Has No Gender, Mentally in
Tahiti
Phil Slattery - An Unfamiliar
Sensuality