We fall in love at weddings and auctions, over glasses ( Read more... )

WARMTH
Barton Sutter

Sometimes want makes touch too much.
I hold my hands over your body
Like someone come in from the cold
Who takes off his clothes
And holds out his hands to the stove.

The Milkman
Isabella Stewart Gardner

The door was bolted and the windows of my porch
were screened to keep invaders out, the mesh of rust-
proof wire sieved the elements. Did my throat parch
then sat I at my table there and ate with lust 
most chaste, the raw red apples; juice, flesh, rind and core.

One still and summer noon while dining in the sun
I ( Read more... )

You Don’t Know What Love Is
Kim Addonizio

You don’t know what love is
but you know how to raise it in me
like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
How to start clean. This love even sits up
and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
Any day now she’ll try to eat solid food. She’ll want
to get into a ( Read more... )