waning moon–
her half cup bra
slung over the chair
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Dru Philippou
Dru Philippou was raised in London, and now lives in Taos, New Mexico. Her haiku and longer poems have been published in several journals.
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afshi i Jugës
puth lulen
çel nga dashuria… albania
the southern fever
kiss the flower
it bloomes from love…
afshi i Jugës
puth lulen
çel nga dashuria… albania
the southern fever
kiss the flower
it bloomes from love…
shooting star–
the young woman misses
her left breast
stjärnfall–
den unga kvinnan saknar
sitt vänstra bröst…Swedish
the young maid
giving her nightie
another spin
R.K.Singh
He stands before
the nude venus awaiting
her gown to fall down
waning moon
swims in misty cloud
aimless i am
waning moon
concealed ripples
invited stars
half cup bra
strewn cross the floor…
such fullness, waxing lust
weaned of he mother’s milk””–
yet, i continually return to the source”
waning moon shimmers
on the woman’s naked skin:
illumination
for some reason rear window comes to mind. i’m waiting for
grace kelly & jimmy stewart to enter the scene. so
hitchcockian, so very well done.
half nu..?
my neighbor draws
her shade
.
Three women drinkin tea
two and a half breasts
between them
rising sun
her half cup bra
joined by lace panties
Sadly, a shaft of morning light
discovers her sheets still clean
and – yes – still unruffled.
waxing moon
in the still of the night–
fullness of a milky white breast