Sunday, 3 February 2019


by Dianne Moritz

Mosaic tiled bath,
Oak mantle carved
With twining vines,
The warm fire,
And my fear. Always
My cloud of fear, dark
And full of doubting.
We wavered like children
Wading near ocean shores.
We shied from leases,
From license.

Who, I wonder
Who couples
Unafraid and unsure
In our fire lit room?
On a carpet, thick
And white, bodies
Slick with sweat,
Cum glistening
On their firm,
Tanned thighs,
Flushed in afterglow.

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Dianne Moritz writes poetry and children’s books from her home in Southampton, NY. Her book 1, 2, 3 BY THE SEA was on Bank Street College’s “best book list of 2014.” Adult pieces have appeared The Drabble, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Haikuniverse, The Haiku Foundation, 101 Words, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, and others. She is a frequent contributor to Highlights Magazines for kids.

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