![Times Square, New York City](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Times Square, New York.
The one and only. I can't imagine anything more extravagant or contradictory. Here is a hub where the homeless carry signs..
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![Boarding Call.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Airports are such strange places. At the surface, there's hundreds and hundreds of people coming and going, lengthy security procedures, miraculously ..
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![Let Go.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Sometimes I wish we could play pretend for a while,Ignore the coming sunrise and be swallowed up in stars. Laze and daze and be lost in what’s h..
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!["Try a Little Tenderness"](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
As she walks beside you, do not be afraid to look at her occasionally. She’ll see you, even without looking at your face. She’ll feel your..
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![Christmas Eve.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Just passed midnight we snuck through a sleeping house,Escaped in to the garden where the night was left ours.We danced beneath the patient moon as it..
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![Weightless.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Gently, softly, innocently. It always starts so innocently.
Soft trickles of a kiss, trace of a fingertip, goose bumps drawn from the w..
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![Little Drops.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Let’s make love when it is rainingAnd speak only when it stopsWhen the rain has hushed the cityAnd when I hear no more little drops.Let’s ..
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![Sixteen Stars.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Night, early morning;Cold, weighted butnot heavy. Bated breathes you can see.Hearing but not seeingWarmth felt andExchanged. Opened up- vulenrable. He..
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![Conflict.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
I breathe it in. Hold it in.Sigh and release, no tears now.In floods you, wrapping me so tightly burying me beneath you.In floods you, kissing me slow..
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![Final Show.](https://www.writerscafe.org/images/no_image_s.jpg) |
Thunder roars through walls and rain stirs earth from its settlement, its scent dirty and new and thick.
Crack and snap of light through drawn curta..
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