YOU AND I We dreamed of one another And wakened to the Light-- We live to love each other And then return to the night. You came out of my dreams, dear, And out of yours came I. When lost in one another Two individuals die. A tremble on a lily Two dewdrops, clear and round, Run into one, and roll down To sink in the blossom's ground. Christian Friedrich Hebbel LOVE OF I never knew how lips could wish to press against lips till yours bloomed before me. Telling lies I hung on each wrong. From the rust of the night awkward and coarse as burlap I sprawl before the diamond of your heart a glinting harsh gem brought down from the Cealian hills in the hands of virgin sisters. Lace me in the brush of your hair nest me in the crescendo of your neck Take me woman the night speaks of not enough. You breathe in and I out. Snow falls I fall in love with you. Mark Lerman (C) IN MY SKY AT TWILIGHT In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live. The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, the sour wine is sweeter on your lips, oh reaper of my evening song, how solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice. Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. Pablo Neruda (C) LOVE IS A VERB Love laughs and hurts and hollers for joy works and waits and climbs like a boy tastes and thinks, feels close and cuddles explains, explores and splashes in puddles Explodes and simmers and soars like a bird invents all the music ever heard; Wonders and whistles and learns as it listens, watches and whittles and squirms and glistens, Reaches and teaches and speaks and dreams, weeps and wails and withers and schemes, Comes and goes and hides sometimes and it is said, by some to die sometimes. Love sows a seed and shapes a prayer and teaches our children how to care. Jennie Hair (C) SONG FOR JULY The trees are white and pink and blue They tower up into the night My head is filled with thoughts of you A flower in this fetid sight I give to you a crown of gold A crystal glance into the moon You are as a queen of old A flower in this wretched gloom I look so hard but cannot see The kind of love you are to me The darkness here is so profound I wait for you without a sound Your eyes are oceans, vast and blue To drown in them would be devine You're a diamond, pure and true A flower for the end of time I close my eyes and you are close A vision from the future past If you're a dream, then I'm a ghost, A flower in my hand at last I look so hard but cannot see The kind of love you are to me The darkness here is so profound I wait for you without a sound Thomas Wolff (C)

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