she lies
     amid a twisted and
       sweaty sheet
  a goddess basking in
     naked glory
  her silky wetness
     coats my beard,
     white and hoary
I grin,
     lay next to her,
   in mild conceit
as her body
   trembles in final throes
  of lascivious
     ******* delight
  low purr from her
    lips
  as my passion ignites
she gives
     me the look that I
     cannot oppose
     pushes me back,
  her head
     between
  my legs, a
   playful bite
  lets me know it's
     my turn

By Tyler Knott Gregson

How quickly jealous
i become
of the wind
when it,
and not i,
gets the privilege
of properly
messing up
your hair

By Christopher Poindexter

She buried
         her ears
     into the calm
        of his heartbeat,
      and in a matter of seconds;
                fell terribly in love
            with the way
          her loneliness fell
             softly and suddenly,
                 asleep,
            in his chest.

perhaps
if there were spaces
     gaps left in the english language

places meant for characters left to be invented

maybe
if there were phrases
     and definitions
yet to be coined

i could finally tell the whole truth
about me
     and the monsters in my head