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  1. mikejewett


    Orienteering I broke ground mapping out your body - your hair was a violet waterfall splashing rhapsodies onto paper. Your tattoos were scattered streams. I marked neon orange cairns for your fingernails, nestling them together so they held my hand. Flowers filled up empty spaces, replacing the bouquet received by the other you. When I penciled in our beach, sanderlings dotting drumlins, I lightly scented the paper with ocean air and your perfume to be tucked into an envelope, sealed, and dropped into a canyon - that spot on my cheek where your lips left this scar. I added the legend where we both face north and our bodies grow moss and the sunlight of your eyes gets lost among the shadows.
  2. Frank Coffman


    Moonshadows How quickly do the hours add up to days, The days to weeks, the weeks to months and years! Soon old Time in the old time-honored ways Has made mere memories of joys and tears. There was a time, my love, when each fleet minute Was greeted as a new log for Life's fire; And each new day with all Love's promise in it Dawned on the journey toward our hearts' desire. And I remember evenings around sunset, We two would walk until the summer stars Were spinning overhead, before the onset Of troubles and the wounds that left our scars. And, hand in hand, moonshadows on the grass, We walked in love we swore would never pass.
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