I pluck this lily for you

I pick my pen to write, A love poem, a poem About love. A poem For love. I do not find The words. Love is not Found in the sugary words That I court, nor at the mouth Of the lofty mountains that I go to. Love is in the dirt, In the brackish water…

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You speak the language of touch

you speak the language of touch climb like vines through the window of my body, and into my heart. you take me captive in your embrace wrapping me with the warm blanket of your soul. you are summer on a beach the languid wandering and the contentment of the stillness of time; the contrast of…

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Heaven is….

Your thighs, sturdy pillars Of support for my back. Your eyes, golden pools Of love for my parched heart. Your sighs, laden with relief Uncoiling around the core of worry. Your smiles, unraveling the mystery Of your dimples, the center of perfection. Your tears, crystalline diamonds Forged from the heat of emotions. Your navel, holding…

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For four women on Valentine 

                         I Roses and scented candles A dinner of well oiled skin With the finest wine distilled From your vineyard. Music from our hearts Setting the tone: melodies Of hope and new beginnings Melting barriers Moulding the future into Promise songs. With you I…

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Rape: are we over-flogging the issue?

Recently, I came across several news reports of rape: the usual ones – a much older man forcing himself on a much younger girl; and the not so common one – two cases of male rape. The incidence of male rape is increasing, due, not to an increase in the occurrence, but in the reporting…

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