Best Intimacies Poems

tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I...

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He writes His poems in the sun…
Streaming through the trees at dawn.
He pens a beautiful stanza…
When the deer takes graceful flight.
He rhymes the words that...

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Somehow in the late of nighttime,
a wooden door's front lantern brings
me to a table where strangers 
from a distant tavern grow more animated 
with a...

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In the gaiety of poverty
I’m happy as you please
paying  my rent
with drunken smiles
celebrating my choice
of subsidized afflictions

Its not me you see
clothed in the sun
bleeding...

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In the middle of the meadow she stands.
Majestically reaching toward Heaven.
Beautiful in her solidness,
Patient and serene.

From beneath her branches
Kisses are stolen between lovers,
Their initials etched...

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Oh Sara Lynn...Why should I even try and go on?
       Many nights I sit on this hill and cry...

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tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I...

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In Whispers of sweet praise of Summer’s lust
she blows a kiss across their reddened cheeks
cools down the heated tryst in hoar frost crust
lays hold with...

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That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart and made it a hundred...

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James McKee Rogers

1836 – 1900


I offer up this epitaph as an ode instead,
An ode of love, affection and gratitude
To Whittier, my true home away from...

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Grant Olmstead

1868 – 1899


Just once.
Just one single sublime moment of love 
Is all I ever desired. 
All I ever reasonably wanted in life!
Was I not...

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Their brushes wet
In a meadow lush with rain drops and dew
Two canvases stand on easels of wood
Two brushes painting a landscape in hues
The sun shining...

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waves pulse with rushed  beats
as musk fragrance draws nearer
groping this moist skin

Cruising the bay…he pins jasmines unto my tossed hair
while a quiver of his...

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A newborn infant is a gift of God’s
Ten fingers and ten toes are so precious
There is no greater gift or sweet blessing

This treasured new life...

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Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery...

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