Not Ready to be Ripe

Watching the clock, I knew, as fresh dampness gathered between my breast, that as the figs began to ripen, on our tree, to him, I would never be in season. After school, on this screen porch, waiting for him, to see the toss of his head, the glimmer of green in his eyes, I realized […]

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Gifts of Love

your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces and introducing virgin treasuresa lock of my red hair you wear around your neckbracelets made from dried forget me knots, and lavenderinside your pocket a song I wrote, stained with a captured tearthe hat you wore so many years ago when […]

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Drink of Despair

oh, how thee has driven shards of blackened, soulless glassinto this faithful heart, for which you had so declared to loveto seize a life, from your beloved child, which was so cherishedknotted hair with anise and coriander lingered, and roses placed thereinhence the sun will set, but only once more for me, upon our lovers’ […]

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Cascades D’Amour

(27 second read) Red is the clay that talks to me, dotted with emerald eyesUnyielding are its walls of love, languid Morocco, where I eagerly waitSea winds call to me, as I have seen her movement of sapphire, and ceruleanCascades d’Ouzoud, like beating hearts your waters drumming, steam moving upwardsYearning for her hot sands and […]

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Sprinkle of Gold

a trail of love springs forth with morning gloriesas rain disperses drops, on steaming, searing sandtemperate waves leave kisses on briny shoresalike a ring placed on the ankle of a new bridemoonlight is tasting the glitter of dusk in Valenciaan artist captures musical notes and the heartsof women dancers, on canvas, his wife, and one […]

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Stung

Magic wings of evening time, lost, a button droppedA silk tie lies upon the clock that abruptly stoppedFrozen bitter is my stare; I ought not have tarried thereIt was I who flew into our nest of love, to be fairLike a red ant your painful sting and blistering markOur moon blinked and sadly left me […]

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God’s Mercy

Shadows of God’s grace inching quietly over His landsDrifting like silk, or the forming of dunes with white sands Relaxing, the sparkling brook, stirred and merrily smiledIn Haiti, a once innocent mission worker sees a hungry child Upon a dying young man, lay the calming glove of a nurseOur Lords’ words memorized sitting close; she […]

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Io

Dancing feet under the snowfields of JupiterWhile seventy-nine moons illuminate your cheekPiercing strength your jaw touches mineFire runs through meLips embrace, and I am dizzy in your armsGliding beside melting snowIce cools my skinIf only till you touch me once again Written by Joni Caggiano 4/22/20 Photo by Joni Caggiano

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Touch

Suddenly I am awake.Millions of black dots makea nearly dark ceiling appear solid.Staring at the tentaclesof the old southern fanlabored breaths strain for air.Our dog is old, his anguish mine. Transferring love onto my sweet boystiffness unwinding, easing under the lovemy touch brings to his aging body.In the center of my belly liesmy husband’s devoted […]

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