The Dual faces of love

  surrounded in a cloud of light bluesleeping with warming visions of youtrailing through the vast desert for dayslicking yearning lips, as I am thinking of waysof indulging all your deepest desires, guarding my pacewhile gently caressing every square inch of your beautiful face The Dual Faces of Love seeking you among the red dunespromises […]

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rebirth

seven fingers my body’s jutting leaves of gold and orangeblood red is the drifting moon shadowing vivid imagesstunning the crystal tree exposing her icy white teethvelvety silence fashioning a rebirth to cherishsafely surrounded by the Jordan and John the Baptistescorting lost souls into the cleansing water of Christ

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No One Is Noticing

Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect […]

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Butterflies Bloom

tonight I whisperto the scarthat lolls uponmy shoulderyou are but amere fragmentof my flesh covering youwith star dustyour powerseveredonly an artlessreminder oferas past petals weavelove on frayedtraces of griefhummingbirdskiss my templeslove emergesa butterfly she flies awaydistance windssing her nameoh creatureof peacecome nowlet me love you

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A Life of Jazz and Love

do you remember biting my bottom lipwe consumed one another bit by bit you asked me if I loved you just a little rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle lifting me in the air with your armsI drank a bottle full of your charms I look in the mirror at […]

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Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Respite for Nature

    seagulls glide, splitting the air into fragments of glass, as memories, giving birtheffortlessly, like angels fluff their feathers when flying above vast mother earth heartbeats heard in tiny hummingbirds, melodic with the song of the oak treesripen fruit, beckons the fowl, in the light of the sun, as red daylilies bring bees anoles […]

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Forks of Ivy

within the choices, the ivy threads through thepatterned, worn, and tattered pieces of my youthits blood a mixture of punctures that weave circles of skin and bone into forgotten storiestucked in corners where candy corn and ice-cream drips dried, flying into dust devils along a path of smiles without corners with a cigarettehanging like a […]

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