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 May 2020
Eloisa
Moonlight silhouette
Beneath the fitful, sour breeze
She tried to forget
The long journey of her scars
And danced with the ocean waves
Oh... LOVE, Oh... LOVE
The dark Angel of death
Come to my eyes and stay
Empty all your LOVE within me
While YOU make LOVE to me

LOVE gushed from your SOUL into mine
Through the foggy tears of the eyes
Through those fragrance of your body
Through the smiles on your curved lips
Through the pores of your skin into mine
Penetrate into my inner being with force
Make home within my womb & inner core
Let your LOVE flow from our perspiration
And let our sweat mix up into one salt
Let our limbs pass through each other's
Valleys down and through our body curves
Oh... LOVE - Rest forever into my home

Oh..LOVE, make me cry the whole night
Oh..LOVE, keep me awake in your desires
Oh..LOVE, let me stare at the moon, & sky
Oh... LOVE let me count your sparkling stars

Oh..LOVE stare in my eyes with a smile
Oh..LOVE hold my hand with kindness
Oh..LOVE hug me with lots of care
Oh..LOVE - make LOVE to me with passion

Oh..LOVE heal every wound of life
Oh..LOVE let my tears dry in your navel
Oh..LOVE Let us not leave each other
When every season change colors

Oh..LOVE let us defeat birth-death cycles
And stay eternally alive within each other
Oh LOVE, make LOVE to me so much
That I do not ever sleep at nights
Without the thought of being within YOU

Oh... LOVE, Oh... LOVE
The dark Angel of death
Come to my eyes and stay
Empty all your LOVE within me
While YOU make LOVE to me
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 Mar 2020
Salmabanu Hatim
I glued together your broken heart with love,
Cemented the edges with care,
Nurtured it with kindness,
Now you tell me I SUFFOCATE YOU!
8/3/2020
He hasn't buried the baby within
but today he buried the ashes of his baby
crying like a baby
as the river devoured the bone dusts
and all the remnants
of the cuddles and kisses
hollowing him to remember
the guest of his blood
that would feed on his grief
for the rest of his life.
August afternoon, a father cremates his baby child on a ghat by the river Ganga.
 Mar 2020
Thomas W Case
On the edge of autumn,
I see the sky and trees all
ablaze with color.
I can still smell the
smoldering fires of fierce youth,
when the landscape of my
heart was wild;
a wilderness that wouldn't
be tamed.
But I'm afraid that
old age has quenched my
thirst for adventure.
Even my poems have lost their teeth.
Gone are my scabbed up knees and
swords made out of sticks.
No beautiful maidens to rescue;
Just constipation to overcome;
as I listen to the
ticking of the clock.
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