Moving On

By Laxmi Khatiwada

  Sometimes in your life
You have to put heart on
  Top of stone and smile

A Night Upon the Mortal Sin (villanelle)

By Gabrielle S.

It seemed the farther we drifted the more my head would spin
I was intoxicated by the softness of your face
As the pinpricks of light danced across our skin.

Oh Darling, what bliss is this? I thought with a grin.
My dress was off white and I was as delicate as lace.
It seemed the farther we drifted, the more my head would spin.

Your practiced hands navigated my body as though the helm and I were kin.
Who cared what would come after this moment, in this place
As pinpricks of light danced across our skin.

Desire took control, and I tried to remember how did all this begin?
Our bodies molded together from the heat, a feeling I will never erase.
It seemed the farther we drifted, the more my head would spin.

Like a boat riding the waves we rocked together on the satin
Sheets. The stars, heaven's eyes, watched from space
As the pinpricks of light danced across our skin.

Our silence was enough to confirm what we both felt within.
I smiled at the thought of what we committed on the Mortal Sin
It seemed the farther we drifted, the more my head would spin
As the pinpricks of light danced across our skin.

Paperback

By Tyler R.

You are a paperback copy of my favorite novel
all coffee stains and bent pages.
You are a cracked spine holding yellowed pages
rain spatters on a faded cover

You are hot tea
fireplaces and blankets
snowy days with nowhere to go

Your corners are dulled by countless hours
of careless handling.
Colors faded from too much time
in passenger sears
on hot summer days.

You are notes in blue ink
scrawled in thin lines
in the margins.

You are a paperback copy of my favorite novel
often mistreated
but loved nonethless.