—some closeness is measured not in touch, but in the spaces we dare to share

Work spouse—HR shorthand for a lived cliché.

X-rays in long-abandoned airports read sonnets under our silk.

Yes, we learned the steps of that corporate ballet.

Zippers silently weep—damned to sulk.

As highways unbuttoned, our days lived out in lost miles.

Blouses slipped one notch—sheer fabric ...

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— a Chaucerian Roundel of passion

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Naked— we swell into the storm’s full roar

Wind shreds the porch screen; lust can’t contain

Our lips taste like ozone, no world before

Our very skin now sings the storm’s refrain

The heavy downpour enters every pore

Bodies arch—lightning—our dam ...

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–intimate dizian exploring love's silent language

Wild ferns, we spill across our living-room floor

Wet lips cling to one leaf, our night’s sweet dew

Wandering lights gaze bodies washed ashore

Welcomed streetlights eye stripe our play’s debut

Wishful neighbor-blind gaps-–glimpse—can’t undo

Willow wands, our spines bow beneath soft snow

Wisps—rose-petals, sip our scent’s c...

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—dawn along Lake Michigan, a pantoum

Joy, the lake keeps shouting your name into the slit of my skirt.

Two knuckles, one second longer—tender squeeze.

I taste the auburn of your hair in the wind’s cool hurt.

By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.

By the time the spray hits, I’m already searching for you—please.

Spray turns silk dress to glass,...

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Our Hummingbird Nests Of Skin
-a sestina of elemental intimacy

Sun fingers her hidden hummingbird nest of skin,
Each twig, love's unfinished sonnet, found by dawn's light.
My lips echo night’s bare swim’s wild lake water,
Our steam now swirls skyward, sisters with the breeze.
Her breathless wink, a covert quest cloaked as touch,
Then silence—inhales between our lingering drip.

Her drop...

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—a Sestina of one night shared with our sister moon

Night’s first blush leans low against the tide

that licks the sand; moonlight unhooks the darker seams of our skin.

The air stings sweet, crystalline breath of salt.

A feral moon, she leans close—silent, luminous, wet.

Her breasts dip the water; the water dips us—oh…slow pull

after slow pull—silk unraveling into constellati...

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—A Terza-Rima Nocturne of Swallowed Time

On moon-damp sheets, you slowly open my violet fig, passing halves tongue to tongue,

its seed-pearls, captive minutes embraced by our soft lips,

each velvet pulse a swallowed clock tick, unthreading the night’s camisole—unstrung

Our minutes take root inside our souls, night’s vines in green hour’s gentle grip,

soft pods burst open, ...

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Dawn’s pewter hush—then gabbling geese, white lace on gun-metal.
Pearled necks crane like a Baptist choir, rustling hymnals of disapproval.
I smile, wade in, let the cold tongue lick each golden thigh—baptizing their gossip with a cheek flush.

“Here she comes again,” clacks one ole bitty, “buck-naked as sin on a Sunday.”
another, softer, “But Lordy—look at that crescent moon she calls an ass...

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—so I took her to my masters swim meet… a pantoum

Her body swayed, night’s mistress, hips caged in silk’s heat.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

A temptress sculpted by shadow, my goddess—complete

She grinned—my name, her voice, a purr—confessed.

I froze—her lioness gaze, her eyes undressed.

She pawed valleys, mounds—denim mines skin.

She grinned—my name...

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Pre-dawn’s grey burden lapped at breast and knee,

As stroke on stroke I parted glassy deep,

To wash the burden-webs of sorrow free,

Where silent swells—that voyeur—my bare body keeps.

Then limbs grew light, as floating upon sleep,

I let the cool flood enter where heat hides,

Your fingers—wave on wave—caressed, discreet,

I flipped; twin peaks welcomed dawn’s crisp air, gas...

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Her thighs, a moonflower opens—inhales the breath of night,

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

I lose the road—chest blooms, buds swell wet, her light—

Miles, a rising tide, lost at sea, her shore I can’t caress.

The wind, my hand, slips through the slit of her dress.

Buttons free her feral chest—rose in full bloom, my trembling fingers—moonlight.

Mile...

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Her gaze meets mine—where winter waits between breaths,

Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.

A fingertip hovers, trembling near lips—undressed,

Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.

Firelight shadows slowly lick our chilled skin.

Explorers, bare as breath, past our door, trembling, new.

Desire coils like a cat, silent—waiting to begin.

Million eyes,...

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Her laugh, rain-soaked, cups creamy heated skin.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.

Cold kissed our thighs—short cotton skirts, oh so thin—

Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged glass between their world and our dream.

Together undress dusk, fingers white as steam.

Our bath—hot, cold breasts-to-back, a drip, within my embrace.

Warm breath finds cold lips, fogged gl...

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Our moon slips red—eclipse’s voyeur shadow cups her breast.

She lies still, a fawn, beneath my tear-brimmed eyes.

Her breath—dream’s morning dew?—a whispered request?

Light turns slowly, touch between her parted thighs.

She moans a whispered song—arching, “come to me.”

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She doesn’t flinch beneath the weight of heat,

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs.

She waits—unmoving—where the birches meet,

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

My breath explores the hollow of her thighs,

A damp note, I taste the waking skin.

She arches slowly… then my hush sighs.

I circle close, inhale where love has been.

A damp note, I taste the w...

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A lone apple blossom clings inside sticky heat.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I press my thigh—her fleeting scent, without mine, incomplete.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summer briars.

She blooms too late—her petals ache with desires.

I spread for her—hot breath, the mirror’s caress, skin wet as dew.

The mirror knows my hungers, captive by summ...

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Hot summer forest, sweat and dawn’s faint light,

My feet in time with sighs of willow trees,

Bare cheeks and skin, dew-glossed and shining bright,

My breasts sway freely, nipples hard in breeze,

Moss meets my wetness—harmonies, soft lies

Nightbirds perform their final song with ease,

While fireflies blink out their last goodbyes,

Alone, I’m cradled close by nature’s sweet surp...

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Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.

Our spring love, her wing takes flight—hands find sweetness within our thighs.

Mother Eagle, ever watchful, for the day love flies—goodbye.

Your laugh was a fawn, soft-footed and shy,

Caressing my breasts, our fingers explore sweet-shivering highs.

Mother Eagle soars, our glistening bodies once dared to lie.

A...

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