By bruno darío
fantasía
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
(poema de amor improviso)
Quiero acompañarte
en la aventura de la maestría.
¡Cuánto me gustar…
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- By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Jesse NathanGoing to the Russian bathhouse on Innes
to lie naked on a shelf in the steam
while the hatted man
swanning… - By bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI want to accompany you
on the adventure of mastery.
How I’d love
our love, the antonym of art! - By Omotara JamesWhen Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one… - By Sasha PearlI went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves… - By Bhion AchimbaWhen Ovid drives the Buick, it is from one sharp end
of Boston to the Cape—as if he must escape the … - By Dorothy ParkerI think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands… - By Shereen AkhtarIn our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends… - By Trevor Ketnertongue / rim a soft hole—tender meat trim—
mind leitmotiv (doe, moss, petal, vein,
hart, hilt, waist, … - By Colby Cedar SmithI loved a preacher’s son.
Hide and seek
in labyrinthine basements
red roses and kissing.
A deep wooden… - By Olive FranklinLoved you since I was little, on the playground break-time
-brawled with you and your mismatched cuffs… - By Vanessa Deeringin the building two women’s restroom & in the strangest places
i want to tell you the most mundane things… - By Jessica JiangTiffany,
I’ve gotten used to sunlight with you,
but no pressure! Just—
spring doesn’t hurt as much anymore… - By Gavriella GilbertSo, she breathes. Do you believe in God
like the rest of them? Birch-light
rains down the wall, moving… - By Nick MakohaI quit my job that Saturday when I heard my name called by the manager.1 That motherfucker always
looked… - By Steven LeyvaWhat do we call this desire
to be desired? The milkweed’s impenitent bow
to the monarch or starlight. … - By Janice Lobo Sapigao1.
i wish i could tell you why i go back and forth between cities.
maybe i belong to the bridges &… - By Jayne CortezI remember through remains
of my lip hanging cigarette
three days before your ass was dog-tagged
and… - By Jayne CortezWarm night of flesh pimples
Alone
Fear pressing between my eyes the mark of despair
& my thighs once …