I tongue touch your flesh
Flower, spring sun slow sucking
Rose to trembling bloom
— Kalamu ya Salaam

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What I want
from you can
you give me? What
I give to
you do you
want? 
Hey? Hey?

• — Sonia Sanchez

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Look up…
From bleakening hills
Blows down the light, first breath
Of wintry wind…look up, and scent
The snow!

• — Adelaide Crapsey

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snowy dawn...
bits of yesterday
cling to today
—   Chen-ou Liu
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Your whitelight flashes the frost to-night
Moon of the purple and silent west.
Remember me one of your lovers of dreams.

• — Carl Sandburg

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midnight train –
a whistle the length of
late night blues
— Sandi Pray​

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I only live in the light:
Let there be light for me,
Or let the night come soon!

• — John Gould Fletcher

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I am burning like
the earth: smoke is rising from
where you touch my skin
— Devon Strang

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Butterfly in my hand – 
As if it were a spirit 
Unearthly, insubstantial 
 — Yosa Buson

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Oh, dreamlike winter butterfly:
a puff of white snow
​cresting mountains
— Kakio Tomizawa​
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