slick puddles of a rainbow destroyed
lay like bubbling ponds
in the boiling August sun.
Waiting patiently
to singe the skin off my feet
and leave in its absence
vibrant, waxy splotches
of fuchsia
and brilliant topaz
that make me New
and young
again
“The Burn of Reinvention” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Dessi Terzieva
There is a mountain
betwixt the hearts of lovers
That cannot be climbed
nor eroded
by the prickles of hail
It sits
through iron-willed blizzards
and roaring fires.
unshaken.
unmoving.
None have tried to break it
or tunnel through it’s chest
Instead, they dream right passed it
and so
it falls
to dust.
“Betwixt Lovers” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Ayman Zedani
I bask in the mist
of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.
Where my naked back,
strong and silky,
pleads for the brilliance of electric green blasts
to ride above me
in explosions that leave sparks
in my hair.
and scars on my neck
that will never fade away
like time seems to do
“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Steven Quinn
http://society6.com/terra3/Sleep-sz1_Print
freckled sunlight flits through the waking waters
swimming swells and blushing waves
flushed with morning heat
implode in a froth at my feet
rapturously
recede
“All of You, Always” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Hugo Barros
the spiraling scarlet
deepens and darkens
with the aging day
swollen
susceptible
steadily swooping decay
breathes faint
drip from molding mouths
in an echo
that unintentionally spills out
it blows through the blood
and rattles the ribs
settles tenderly underfoot
as the light creeps to a dim
“Steadily it Goes” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Vince Pezzaniti
pastel painted lips
part without purpose
others drink
they sip
sleepily
slender fingers swirl silky locks
lean limbs fold and uncross
doe-eyes
distant
find fulfillment in candy-coated confetti caresses
“Devoid Dessert” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Cardboard Cities
the mind’s ever-discerning eye
watch
as it wanders around
bodies
unbound
leave the lazy ground
from the tops of toes
above humidity’s hum
fruit flows
from consciousness’s stream
heavy heads open and fall
legs
step in
to let
eyes
look out
“Mind’s Eye” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Paper Whistle
His fingertips
made numb by the chills of solitude
reach out
to feel her body writhe.
She is a cold, wet snake under his touch,
slick and yielding like clay.
Whispers in the stale air agree
that she is a decaying wretch.
Still,
he seeks her spoiled heart
and her cloudy eyes
to save him from seclusion.
“The Lonely Man’s Monster” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork: “Utentes Adormecidos” by Hugo Barros
http://society6.com/hugobarros/Utentes-Adormecidos_Print
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