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 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Sam Temple
she slid across the bubbles
placing no weight on my body
but still offering the arousal of proximity
leaning in
she softly kisses my cheek –
gracefully floating
from the kitchen
to the dining room
her effortless motions captivate me
as she lights delicately on the couch
and kisses my cheek –
angels sing from the patio
I peer out to see only her
smiling in the afternoon sun
she glances over and offers a wider grin
and spins in my direction
sweetly placing a kiss
upon my cheek –
I felt a warmth
cascading down my neck and back
slowly turning
I found myself face to face
with my lovely wife
a smile passed her lips momentarily
before she kissed me
upon the cheek—
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Sam Temple
razor cuts like glass
crimson red flow
razor cuts like glass

pressing on the gas
middle of the road
razor cuts like glass

Catholics at mass
putting on a show
razor cuts like glass

teenage love in the ***
time to learn to blow
razor cuts like glass

dying in the grass
waiting  until the mow
razor cuts like glass

prayers to those who pass
freedom now to go
razor cuts like glass
razor cuts like glass
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Marquis Green
12pm and we are walking back to the train station. I feel a little more regret with each step. Barely a word exchanged but our emotions are kept within each motion.
She says I wish I could show my appreciation.
11am and our nerves are driven mad. I try not to think back but the past bites at my conscience,
Now I'm biting the bottom of your back just slowly sapping your warmth.
Its a little past the time and I know this won't last forever. My lips drop a little lower.
Two gasps in wonder.
10am and I'm stirring to the sound of a breath, I realize you're here and that makes this okay.
You haven't left.
A wayward dream creates a shattered conclusion. I have you now and I want you now.
A hand slides into another. They fit perfectly.
Correctly. Surely this feeling isnt pure ecstasy.
9am and the first alarm rings. I hate the sound of it and reach to turn it off. There is a presence which makes me feel uneasy. My heart races and I remember you're here too. I should be at ease. My breathing slows as we match movements. I slowly kiss the nape of your neck.
Its a nick sparks moment but who's bothered with the motions?
Our true motives will come with this morning.
8am and I'm restless as there is another body here. I remember in an instant that its you and instinct pulls you closer in. Our arms wrapped in one another's.
I feel free.
7am and my dreams are as pleasant as they were once bitter.
6am and I can't sleep. I'm too stirred by the drink our flavors could mix and make.
Are we a creation or a fake?
I will find out today.
5am and our eyes are closed. But our minds race. I whisper are you okay, you no longer respond. You inch closer to me. Our breathing slows.
4am and we're dead to the world but alive to our touch. Slowly, but surely.
3am and we come inside from clumsiness.
Foolish trials to come close, I smile as improvement becomes insurance.
You will come back again.
2am and the black tar teaches us mistakes I will never forget. Your grace is embedded in your silliness. One more dance.
One more swaying motion. I'll find myself back where I want to be. Whether tonight ends or tomorrow begins.
1 am and I escape the world as I feel your arm in mine. Everything begins tonight. I know I'll feel alright soon. Just you and the moon.
12pm and my life includes a random encounter from you. I'm escaping a party with no intention of being held ransom for my company. A mere thought escapes my mind that this isn't where I want to be. But fate has said this is where I need to be.
11pm and I'm preparing to head out.
With a future so bright but a dull outlook on life.
Whatever I didn't know was coming,
Whatever lies beyond this night.
The future doesn't scare me anymore.
How can I lose,
What I already don't have?
.
The **** hits and then
it sorts the boys from the men.

Well,
we all want to be that guy
with the looks that catch her eye
and we all want the same thing,
to be the one that puts that ring
on her finger.

I don't suppose it's easy being her
when all the guys stand and stare,
(you know the way that men do)

But
she's strong and she's quick
with a remark
and she's slick
like oil on a pond,
I think that's why
I'm fond of her.
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
Cordelia Rilo
fits clutched against the bed sheets
pulling in strides as I come
holding on to that moment of ultimate control

"when did I lose my mind?" she asks no one in particular.
"was it morning? were the birds singing?"
" I don't know my love. It is hard to say" I respond.
She sighs, "I only hope that it was beautiful. That the sun was shining. "
 Mar 2016 Bluebird
niamh
Just an ordinary
Boy,
With an extraordinary
Smile
That is gifted only
To me.
What an ordinary
Life
What extraordinary
Love
The ordinary boy
And me.
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