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    redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month

    Love Sonnet LXXXVI

    For some reason April 29th
    hung in the air like a full
    moon, its beams finding you
    through the open window, and

    tickled your skin as you
    slept. I watched you
    breathing, breasts rising and
    falling as the moon beams

    frolicked their enthusiasm,
    causing you to awaken slightly,
    roll on your side,

    And settle…Read More

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    Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month

    Glass Houses and Crusaders

    listen
    I’m not angry
    I know you mean well
    but I need to set one thing straight
    I don’t need anyone charging in
    trying to save my day
    swinging a shiny sword
    astride a big white horse
    not when I’m already taking action
    I fight my own battles
    mop my own damn floors
     
    like that knight ever on a crusade
    you…Read More

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  • The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die

    April 29th begins with the quiet truth
    that life is a lurker.
    It hides behind doors,
    peeks through curtains,
    waits in the corners
    where the light forgets to reach.

    It watches you
    with the patience
    of something that knows
    you’ll eventually turn around.

    And then,
    as if the day nee…Read More

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  • Ignited

    You threw the match on gasoline
    It was always flammable
    It’s stable if not bothered
    You did it, though
    You struck the match
    Watch it light
    Then threw it.

    Did you doubt it would light?
    Did you want to see if it was destructive?
    You knew it was
    The temperature is hotter the closer you get
    I advise you to stay away
    Let the…Read More

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  • The Pull

    There’s a gravity to you,
    quiet, irresistible,
    the kind that pulls
    without touching.

    But when you do touch,
    the night folds around us
    like silk caught in a fist.

    Your voice at my ear
    undoes me faster
    than the heat of your mouth
    on my shoulder.

    I fall into wanting,
    into you.

    © 2025

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