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[Ryan]

Oh my...

;o)

[M]

“It’s the sort of cage
I could like!” with a sly wink
chuckled Captain Pike,

and Vina murmured,
“I suppose I should slip off
these strange silver clothes.”

[M]

She masked the disgust
she was fighting. Her gown lay
on the polished floor.

Pike had proven less
exciting than the creatures
caged on Talos IV.

From a guard she swiped
a communicator. Though
the signal was spotty

she got through, hungry
for what could sate her: “Please beam
more crew down, Scotty!”

[Lillianmoore *Natlia Romanova and Bucky Barnes*]

((Wow. Did my haiku start this Haiku harem?))

An old quotation
At the lips of her lover
"Friend with benefits"

[Rachel]

A friend in need is
A friend indeed; a friend who'll
Tease is far better.

[Guy]

An odd flirtation
From her pale blue open lips
And delicate tongue.

[Lillianmoore *Natlia Romanova and Bucky Barnes*]

Tongues and needles and
A majestic lovely man
He sees a lady

[M]

No. It wasn’t just
that she knew me so well, knew
the ways to tease me;

she knew how to rub
on the petroleum gel--
how to de-grease me!

[Caitlan]

Hehehe.

[Guy]

Lol!

[M]

What I remembered
were dust and thirst, her gray eyes,
the noon that brought her,

my heart a sudden,
wild cloudburst, my life spattered
with the rainwater.

[M]

The packing sheds rust
in the August sun; nearby,
a squabbling of crows.

“Come for the harvest,
flaxen-haired one,” a voice sings
from the parched corn rows.

[M]

When at last night fell,
Norma packed her suitcases,
nor lit the tapers.

Beyond the stone well
lay a life of strange faces,
of glass skyscrapers.

[Ajay]

Wow, M!

[Paula Tohline]

In remembrance
forgetting is still alive.
Our past lives in choice.

[Ryan]

Lovely, Paula.

[Ryan]

The moan and sobbing
of gats receded; silent
comes the final hunt.

Brothers in arms, no
fight conceded; enlisted
on another front.

[M]

Ryan, you've got the form down to a fine art; and the parallel layout of the two stanzas, with the precisely placed semicolons, is very nice.

[Ryan]

Thanks, M.

[Guy]

Great way to start my day, everyone. Thank you.

[Rachel]

Silent arrowheads
Penetrating fantasies
Cupid's dirty work

[Guy]

The town was aghast
At the rash of virgin births
After Cupid's drunk.

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

To be drunk with love
sounds so wrought with silliness
... could I receive it?

[Rachel]

Could I be worthy?
Of the golden chalice held
By such sweet fingers?

[M]

Midnights her lips sought
a graven chalice plundered
from the dark palace.

With what thirst she drank
the nectar! Nor was she caught,
for who’d suspect her?

[M]

Her eyes now alcoves
where rasping leaves rise and swirl
in a moon’s stage light,

her voice the low hum
of forgotten phone numbers,
she unclasps her hair.

[Rachel]

"The low hum of forgotten phone numbers"
LOVE that!!

[Ryan]

Wow, that is really good.

[M]

Thank you, Rachel and Alex and Ryan! It was what came into my head this morning about 3 a.m. when I couldn’t go back to sleep but was too sleepy to get up.

[Ryan]

Within almond pools
beneath parabolic brows
I swam forever.

[M]

Very nice, Ryan! How to follow it?

[M]

The lake reflected
a cedared knoll, the streaked moods
of late-summer skies.

He glimpsed the goddess
who was his soul, in the depths
of one woman’s eyes.

[Ryan]

Like that! Very nice.

[M]

Thank you, Ryan. Good morning!

[Ryan]

10pm for me, but good morning to you too, M :)

[Ryan]

Her eyes reflected
a bearded troll, of dark moods
like slate winter skies.

She glimpsed the goodness
within his soul, past the depths
most women dared pry.

[M]

“A bearded troll”! I love it.

[Ryan]

Best I could come up with to match your 'cedared knoll'...

[M]

An insatiable
lust for control coldly lit
the eyes of the troll,

who unctuously sought
to enter, suavely masking
his gooey center.

[Guy]

Lol!
Excellent M. Great sequence Ryan and M.

Like caramel cream
His centre pleased her young tongue
And beckoned her in.

[Rachel]

He beckoned her in
But she couldn't pay the toll.
Her soul was the price.

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she walked on eggshells
as she pressed on forward to
a life with no stops.

[Rachel]

Pressed against the wall,
Eggshell fragile; broken heart,
She crumbled, broken.

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cracked limbs failed to mend
on its own; heart made of glass
doomed to be dethroned.

[M]

There was no moment
she could be in, with herself
or with the others.

Instead she wandered
a strange landscape where twin moons
hung in the evenings.

[Ryan]

Standing on tip toes
Cherry blossom arabesque
Reaching for moonlight

[Guy]

Lovely Ryan!

[Lillianmoore *Natlia Romanova and Bucky Barnes*]

((Absolutley GORGEOUS, Ryan!
Guy. I messaged you back.))

Blossoms fade away
Like the summertime of youth
To wrinkled, grey farce

[Ryan]

Thanks :) Beautiful continuation, Lil.

[Guy]

Petals flit with gusts
That lift and twist and spiral
Detritus new born.

[[Lil, will respond when I have a breath. :-) ]]