Peasent Love
by Don Schaeffer
I don't know
how to love grown-up like you,
grace, laughter
stretching beyond the grave,
selected for love
and to love with leisure
and joy.
I don't know how to
love like you.
My love is lumpen
like bad skin and yours
is smooth, clear,
the subject of beautiful verses.
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Image
by Ron Travis
It's all about the image
capture the flesh before decay
and hope you get a few lips
planted firmly before you do
juxtapose each image
and I end up shooting everyone
in the same way
show their art
sell their wares
and mine end up in galleries
where people stare
not knowing that
I rode her till sunrise
on a sandy beach after
rubied lips
had turned pale
and I wore the lipstick
to transfer even fainter
onto her nether
I am good they say
and my pictures don't lie
they just hide the grit
of rotting days
in exposures I create
out of my own mental
haze
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