After a Photograph of Dark Firs
by L.L. Barkat
You see how the trees are touching
how the gap in the sky is only white space . . .
Love Is Not All—Sonnet XXX
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain . . .
Love Song
by L.L. Barkat
My table is long,
my window open . . .
She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies . . .
Some Kiss We Want
by Rumi
There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives . . .
Tiny Machine
by Dave Malone
For lovers like us, time moves
backwards and forwards . . .
Unmarked
by Dave Malone
No calendars mark
the first day of autumn . . .
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain . . .
