by Brittany Warman
‘Aishiteru’ is the word used between lovers but I have not earned that word. Sometimes he will say it if I say it first, tentatively, teasingly.
“Aishiteru.”
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by Charlotte Hussey
Many times too when I am sitting alone,
he talks with me without becoming visible,
and when he comes to see me in this way,
he often makes love with me.
Geoffrey of Monmouth’s
History of the Kings of Britain
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by Erik Amundsen
We lived in their houses and slept in our cages, long enough that none of us remembered one of us who remembered living free. That kind of life; moving on from house to house over a shifting carpet of shed leaves, and when we were defiant, unruly, sometimes, we were made to crawl.
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by Berrien C. Henderson
We traveled sun-drowned country roads
Barefooted as the day is long
Never minding the stones that bruise,
The broken glass that heliographed slyly
Now become sneak-thief cutters of our soles.
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