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Phrasikleia Kore

          Phrasikleia Kore Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  It isn’t like she doesn’t know that she Is being noticed.  After all she’s put On all her finest clothes.  She makes a plea For us to look at...

More Sacred than a Spiritual Crocus

More Sacred than a Spiritual Crocus   A blossom holds more steady than the flare Above a candle in the air of night. As steady as a young nun’s golden prayer Before the altar, yellow blossom’s height Is reaching up for God or higher to Agape love itself...

Holding In

                     Holding In She lies and looks at him, his now closed eyes, His slightly glossy eyelids with a glint Of brown and purple in their shine.  His thighs She does not look at.  They contain the hint Of forceful thrusting still, a hint of hair Involved,...